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Then came Virginia. Always thinking of food, two weeks ago John had decided that Staunton looked like the place to head for, for lunch. If you are as old as we are, you might remember the ads for the Staunton Military Academy that claimed to "turn boys into men". (They apparently gave up in the 1970's.) Taking the exit we began to recognize places from our past. "Isn't that the gas station where the VW wouldn't start?" "Isn't that the auto parts place where we got a new battery for the VW?" "Isn't that the place where we spent the night while the VW got fixed?" However, today, as opposed to when we were in the VW, we actually made it into downtown Staunton. And we were there for lunch. When we were in the VW we had only hoped to make it that far by evening. What a difference a couple of years (and another vehicle) makes!
Our sights are on Joe and Florida for tomorrow night.
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