“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

rain in Virginia Beach is never just rain—it’s a relentless gray sheet of water that tries unsuccessfully to wash the pavement clean, leaving everything damp and depressing. I’d been driving for nearly four hours, fighting the heavy traffic coming out of Norfolk, my windshield wipers engaged in a losing battle against the downpour. All I wanted, all continue reading …