I had a whole farewell speech planned but was at a loss for words when I was presented with my going away cake.
It took me months to read the card everyone signed.
Although I said I would visit, I could only bring myself to go twice.
My own column!
I often thought about how I got married in Charlottesville and filed my marriage license in Albemarle County.
There’s still a chance for advancement!
I learned of an alternate scenario in the company that would have involved leaving Charlottesville that would have been more up my alley.
But I had Johnny Lytle playing the ever-lovin’ crap out of a vibraphone to send me out. Everything was going to be fine. I’d get over missing those guys, and it was going to be a grand future in RVA. I mean, the last time I was torn about leaving a place, everything eventually turned out OK.
Next: I’m convinced?