I just came back from a Mooresfield through Franklin area day trip to see the train show in Petersburg. Holy cow, what is left to name after RCB after he dies? You are so right...buildings, bridges, parks. They are everywhere you look. All that was left was “RCB dangerous a$$ mountain road in the middle of nowhere”
Ode To Byrd:
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunk less legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away”.
“what is left to name after RCB after he dies? “
Robert Byrd Memorial Toe Tags.