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If the Shoe Fits
In its halcyon days, the Craddock-Terry Shoe Company’s Southland Factory Annex in downtown Lynchburg roared and rattled with enormous leather belts that turned axles that turned smaller leather belts that turned the spinning wheels of sewing machines. There were days those belts snapped loose and whipped like lashes around the heads of the workers, days of…
Read MoreChow
Down at the north end of Colley, there’s a British guy who’s “not your grandmom” –though he and his colleagues sure cook like they are (and love the reaction). Damian Gordon grins and moves his hands in happiness, showing how he rubbed a lamb roast with garlic and rosemary before putting it into the oven…
Read MoreThe Dark Spirits of Virginia
There is a smell and a taste to the air in a distillery, of smoke, farmer’s grain and something akin to molasses, plus the yeasty sourness of beer and the nuttiness of toasted barley, and the richness of whiskey breathing in and out of oak. It’s a Virginia tradition, whiskey. George Washington and Thomas Jefferson…
Read MoreA Doorway to History
As the men on the great clipper ships sailed past Lamberts Point and up the Elizabeth they saw it, elegant and grand, the Greek Revival home of William Lamb, his home a declaration to the world that both the Lamb family and the fine city of Norfolk prospered. He named it Kenmure. Today, time, the…
Read MoreThe Mystery Of Glass
Julia Rogers’ shirt is sweat-stuck to her back. Her long brown hair is tied in a ponytail and her eyes are hidden behind dark glasses that protect them from smoke and sparks and the retina- burning brightness of the torch she’s aiming at a head she’s creating out of molten glass. She’s gathered a blob…
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