Richmond is far enough inland (about two hours) that we usually just get the rain from the storm. But we got the wind with Fran and most of the city lost power (downed trees, etc.). My wife, her sister and my brother-in-law and I were scheduled to work for a photographer friend of ours at the Faberge Ball. (The Virginia Museum of Art has the largest collection outside of Russia - or they did at the time, and they combined with the traveling exhibit).
This was the social event of the year, perhaps the decade for Richmond. People talked about it before and after for weeks. We lost power for 36 hours. So the four of us went to the YMCA to shower and put on our tux and formals...
The topic of conversation was how most people got there without water or electricity. It reminded me that it doesn't matter how nicely you dress or how much money you have...drunk on your clymer is still ugly.
That same night was the Winston Cup race across town...
"Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son." -- Dean Wormer.
Good Night all!