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The paragon of Southern culture and the crown jewel of Hershberger Road.

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Krispy Kreme.

Roanoke, Virginia.

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I can see!!! I can see!!!

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I was at first taken aback by my need to seek (sigh) bifocals.  But that feeling was mitigated entirely by the return of … the world!!  It is rendered in such exquisite detail — even things that are far away!!  (I had no idea that I needed glasses so badly.)

Roanoke’s sweeping wooded vistas are once again completely novel to me.  It’s beauty times two for a transplanted New Yorker.  🙂

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New(ish) train mural off Kirk Avenue.

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The local artist is John Murrill; I think this was completed last year.

My photo here is terribly cropped, but I just loved those tree branches at top and wanted to keep them.

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Stand in the place where you live. (Now face north.)

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Check out these awesome Christmas presents I received from some totally cool Roanoke friends — bookstands for displaying some of the publications that have featured my poems.  🙂

Also among the Yuletide goodies were an Irish coin and a piece of Connemara marble — ideal for setting up beside my copy of The Galway Review 12.

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Morning in Roanoke, Virginia, January 2025

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Campbell Avenue.

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2025’s first snow in Roanoke, Virginia

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Well … it WAS snowing in Roanoke a little while ago. And it was coming down pretty hard too. Then the sun came out and it vanished completely.

Campbell Avenue at Market Square.

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Slava Ukraini.

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I never noticed this before — there is a Ukrainian flag flying at the Roanoke Valley War Memorial.

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I scream for ice cream.

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So I noticed recently that there’s a new ice cream joint on South Jefferson Street.  (At least I think it’s new; it takes me forever to notice anything.)

It looks auspicous.  I might just go looking for a tall chocolate milkshake into which to drown my sorrows.

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Outside the Virginia Museum of Transportation, Roanoke, Virginia.

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October 2024.

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A New Yorker walks into a Chick-fil-A. (Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.)

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It’s those damn weird ketchup packets!  They’re too hard to open!  Squeezing them as hard as I could always worked out well before!!

Not today.

It looks like I had lunch with a certain former president on one of his bad days.  (And you know he’d dodge the bill.)

Just once I’d love to leave the house without embarrassing myself in public.