I don’t know Ginnie Smith. She left a note on my car the other day to tell me she bumped into it and that if I thought there was any damage to call her. She left her number. I called her and told her all was well (the scratch was hardly noticeable) and thanked her for reaching out. The note reminded me of the Richmond, Virginia I used to know and love, but am not sure still exists.
One consequence of the hurricanes we experienced in Richmond in 2003 and 2011 made me chuckle. With no electricity, none of the stop lights worked, yet I noticed that traffic actually moved smoother than it did when the stop lights regulated traffic. This was due to “convention.” In the South, there is no greater civic duty than to be polite and to “use your manners.” People took turns, waived and smiled at each other.
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