Walking into the neighborhood drug store tonight, I could see a gentleman sauntering toward me as I approached the front door. I looked up from putting my keys in my pocket and made eye contact. “Do you have some change?”…
The sun rose and life was different. “Pinch me,” many of them probably said. “Is this real life? Tell me this is a dream.” Mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, husbands and wives, awoke on September 12 trying to understand…
I visited Lumpkin’s Slave Jail a year ago with 30 new friends and heard Ben Campbell retell stories of the jail. This site brings a range of emotions when you hear Ben tell the story (read Ben’s take on Richmond history)…
Listening to this song this afternoon: Come thou fount of every blessing Tune my heart to sing Thy grace Streams of mercy never ceasing Call for songs of loudest praise Here I raise my Ebenezer Hither by Thy help I…
When baseball returned to Richmond for its latest go-round in April 2010, there was no other place I wanted to be. After spending quite a few days during the summer of ’09 at Camden Yards, I was ready for baseball…
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