Traveling through small towns can be fun. This past Sunday we had the opportunity to do that.
Some good friends from Northern Virginia were going to be traveling to a dog breeder in the direction of where we live so we all agreed to get together for dinner. It was great to see them again and to spend some time with them. We miss them.
On our way to meeting them, we traveled through some very interesting small Virginia towns. Some of them were obviously not doing well and had a depressed look about them. There were buildings boarded up, parking lots with weeds growing out of them, and other indications that times are tough in the town.
The town of Dillwyn was our favorite though. We had to stop twice in this town to enjoy it. Our first stop was at the aptly named "Dunkum Funeral Home," which we thought really should also be the name of a Baptist Church.
Our next stop was not much further down the road. It was at the old Dillwyn Train Station. They have a wonderful collection of old trains including box cars, cabooses, and other rail cars—all in mint condition. David, who absolutely loves trains, had a blast climbing onto them and pretending he was a train engineer.
But the best part of the trip was seeing our good friends again. This is a family from our previous church, when we lived in Northern Virginia. They are a unique and outstanding family and have always shown us committed love and friendship. This is a part of our current culture that is almost completely missing—to our society's shame and detriment. And we cherish this friendship.
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