Season's Greetings
So of course I called my friend Pam, who I think you all know and is finishing up law school at UVA. Pam, though excited about our Christmas miracle, was less interested in this turn of events than the idea that finally, after three years' worth of pleas, I would finally come down to Charlottesville for dinner. So I convinced my mom to lend me her new car and of course this happened:
Damn rednecks. Jay, a nice skoal-chewing 19-year-old kid in his dad's Volvo, rear-ended me while my car was completely stopped. So thanks Jay, and thanks Pam, and thanks Paul, and thanks Jake Shears and THANK YOU JESUS. Without all of whom this never would have happened.