Back from C'Ville...

We just returned from a very nice visit down to Charlottesville, (thanks Carol!). Mostly relaxed and went to a craft fair in Crozet. The voyage back was okay until we got to Culpepper, and then hit gridlock all the way home. It was as if we'd suddenly appeared in a zombie movie. People insisted on moving 20 miles under the speed limit, even with a clear road ahead. Folks would slow down when coming up to a green traffic light, no doubt hoping it would turn red before they got to it, and almost always got their wish. It was hellish. Linda was driving, (and did a great job), while I threw empty cans of Tab and obscene gestures at all who got in our way. And almost all the miscreants were driving Volvos, a company whose advertising and image screams out "I have no testosterone." I hate being caught behind a Volvo. They ALWAYS drive at least ten miles under the speed limit, come to a full stop before making any kind of turn, and are incapable of accomplishing parallel parking in less than three years. Imagine tundra with a turn signal and that is a Volvo and its driver. I can't believe they build the things with a third gear because I've never seen anyone go that fast in one. Barnacles get bored while watching people driving Volvos. These folks might as well be on scooters.
But we're home now, safe and sound, bourbon in hand. If you've not been down to C'Ville, I really do recommend it. The downtown is very nice - lots of bookstores and restaurants. What more does a body need?