21:30 Eastern Appomattox, VA Day15 logged.complain.mashed
After sinking a bottle of very average Napa red, this post might take a bit more work than usual.
The trip from Mountain City to Appomattox is an uncomplicated navigation of I-81 and quite bluntly nothing of particular interest happens, or at least happened to me.
The highways are festooned with bill board and with the political situation there are lawn signs aplenty.
A couple of ones I particularly noticed:
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Dr. Mark J. Matney, promoting himself as a “Real Trump Republican” is seeking re-election to the office of Commissioner of the Revenue Washington County, Virginia.
Just the sort of rooster you really want in charge of the emollients.
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Pampas Cruisers – disposable diapers apparently up to 100% leakage free.
Up to 100%, right.
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XXXXXXX Attorney at Law – specialising in accidents, divorce and real estate.
The unholy trifecta of tort law.
Arrived about midday, too early to check-in so firstly I did the tourist things of visiting The American Civil War Museum, which to be frank is the Museum Of The Confederacy. The exhibits were put together will skill, authenticity and covered their subject matter well. A shrine to the Lost Cause.
Then I drove the couple of miles to the historical village of Appomattox Courthouse and house of Wilmer McLean the which I thought was superb. There were a couple of guides there who patently knew their stuff adding all sorts of context, subtlety and detail to my general knowledge of the events.
After that it was lunchtime. The last three motels/cities I have visited have all recommended a Mexican restaurant as “the best in town”, which I find incongruous. What little Mexican cuisine is seen in Australia is bland and commercialized, a long way from it’s authentic roots and I haven’t developed much of a taste for it.
But #2 on the recommendation list was Granny Bees which is a old fashioned dinner as American as apple pie. The Chuckwagon on the menu consisted of chicken fried steak, wedges and fried apple was a great example of a simple cuisine done well. The coffee came in a sponsored mugs which I thought was the best souvenir of the town I’d seen but they were running low on stock and wouldn’t sell me one.
After that it was a diversion to Farmville just to see the lie of the land and, after getting back to my digs and doing my trip comms work ie filing photos, dashcam footage and audio memos before retiring to the bar for another session of solving world problems aided by substantial quantities of alcohol. I would have preferred to try some of the local whisky but the choice was restricted to beer and wine.
The guy sitting beside me thought another US civil war was likely. It wouldn’t be too bad because it would only last five years and wouldn’t kill as many people as the first. In the last election he’d queued for 3 hours to vote DEM but he wouldn’t in 2024 because he thought Biden was gaga and incapable of doing the job. He’ll probably vote for a write-in candidate in 2024.
Tomorrow, I leave the friendly world of regional America and dive into the swamp of Washington. Really looking forward to the Dopefest. Bricking it in anticipation of navigating the traffic.