Wish You Were Here: Lynchburg, VA

Dear friends,

I’d never heard of Lynchburg. Lynchburg Lemonades – sure, but never the town.

On a tip from a reader, I pulled in for a cup of coffee.

And ended up being two hours late to Greensboro because of it.

Quiet and nice.

If I were an up-and-coming artist, I’d rent a space here for a year.

One street smelled of cookies, I swear to God it did.

Vinyl and vintage, barbershops and – well, more barbershops.

No one honked.

There was even a public elevator (see my photo gallery for proof).

Do yourself a favor and spend a day there.

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