Around 6 or 6:30 this afternoon, Elise and I were sitting in front of Cary St Market and Deli, after having enjoyed some delicious sandwiches. A man in a convertible pulled up to the stop light at the corner with “Bad to the Bone” blaring, and just as the song hit the guitar interlude, a bicyclist rode by popping what seemed to be a never ending wheelie.
And it was in this exact moment that we glimpsed the pure essence of Richmond.
