Capital City Cheer
As a child, I’d stand on the back seat of our early 1980s compact car in anticipation of a pitstop at the golden arches, while we drove to the Amtrak station in Gainesville, Georgia, to pick up family arriving for Christmas. Today, I’m no longer staring out the rear windows watching the moon follow me, but I still love the crescendo of traveling. Like the hook of a catchy radio hit, my visit to O Little Town of Richmond, Virginia, is replaying in my head and reminding me of happy holidays.
My mind is racing down the cobblestone sidewalks of Jackson Ward, once known as the Black Wall Street. I’m picturing Maggie Walker, the first woman — black or white — to establish and become president of a bank in the United States. I wonder if dandily dressed Virginia Union University students grabbed handfuls of