Well, kids, this be it. The end of the line where the train runs out of track and is forced to grow wings a la Wright Bros or go plunging into the depths of some fashionably deep ravine. In other words, I'm bound for Virginia in but a few short hours. Time to gather up suitcases and shreds of heart as we hitch up the oxen and ford those rivers on
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