The Piker Press published a photo today that I took of a hungry butterfly in Warrenton, Virginia. You can find it right here.
Thanks to Managing Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to share it! 🙂
Tag Archives: Virginia
“Starry Night in Roanoke”
An art teacher at Roanoke Catholic School painted the city in the style of Vincent Van Gogh, and it’s pretty neat. You can see here at the website for WFXR (Fox).
“Global Harmony” sculpture in Roanoke, Virginia, September 11, 2024
Corner of Williamson Road and Wells Avenue. In the background, you can see Wells Fargo Tower downtown. At right is the fountain in Entranceway Park.
Construction at the site of the old bus station is looking pretty auspicious.
Campbell Avenue, Roanoke, Virginia. September 2024.
“I survived a nail trim.”
This item at a Roanoke pastry shop reads “I survived a nail trim.”
There’s a lesson here for writers, though – if you’re unsure of your font or word spacing, ass a friend.
If there is an emblem for bachelorhood, I’m pretty sure this is it.
It’s like the Westerosi sigil for House Unmarried. (A delicious sigil.)
But, damn, I miss the baked mac-and-cheese served at Mary Washington College. I know I’m not the only one.
Some cool artwork inside Benny Marconi’s.
Campbell Avenue, Roanoke, Virginia.
Move over, pineapple pizza. It’s time for OCTOPUS PIZZA.
I am a man who is loathe to tamper with a classic. And every slice of pizza from Benny Marconi’s in Roanoke, Virginia is a damned artwork.
Still … they did not offer octopus as a topping. (I searched their website pretty thoroughly.) And then I realized that I had NEVER seen the most sublime of foods offered as a pizza topping.
Innovation built this country, and I have a flair for the culinary. So I went home and concocted the brilliance you see below.
Update — Damn. I just realized I wrote this whole post ignoring the potential for an “octupie” pun.
Throwback Thursday: Wista-SHEER Sawce.
Flashback to the early 1990’s. I worked the cafeteria at Mary Washington College in Fredericksburg, Virginia. (It was a work-study program.) Southern kids would line up at the counter for me to serve them Worcestershire sauce, because they laughed at the way I pronounced it.
It’s “wista-SHEER sawce.” Years of seeing it passed around my New York Irish dinner table could not have misinformed me. It was the Southerners and their adorable “WAR-is-to-Shire” pronunciation that deserved laughter.
I’m glad we had this talk.
Ikenberry Orchards!
Daleville, Virginia. Look at the SIZE of those peaches!
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