Wineberry July

I’m headed East on 58 from the City of Norton to a place that doesn’t have a name. It’s nowhere really, nothing more than a wide spot in the road. To tell you the truth, I’m not even sure how to get there… I couldn’t point to it on a map… but I’ll know it when I see it. Past the chipped blue coal tipple I used to imagine was a waterslide, past the Lonesome Pine Raceway (phantom engines roaring), past the Virginia Lottery billboard with rolling numbers that put the Powerball jackpot at $203 million, there’s a hillside overgrown with wineberries. That’s where I’m going. Wineberry heaven.