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| Jack-O-Lantern in the window, and skeleton lights inside |
When I was a kid, anytime we drove through Richmond on the way to NC, my mom would wake me up and say "Look, Dicey, the giant cigarette!"
This was the first time I had actually spent time in Richmond. What do I remember? The smell of smoke.
In fact, while at the arena, I asked the security guard where the recycling was. He replied, "Ha, we don't recycle in Virginia. We crush everything up and make it into cigarettes."
The exciting part of our trip through Richmond was that our bus driver decorated the bus for Halloween!
Next stop: Baltimore...
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