Post from Richmond Blog Squad

I’ve often thought about the future, when my salt and pepper hair turns permanently silver, what will I be doing? I dream of waking up, ambling to the back patio and leaning against the deck railing to watch wave after wave crash onto the shore. I’ve thought of eyeing a 150-yard seven-iron shot into the wind and sticking it 5 feet from the pin. I’ve wished for a golden age of driving the country, seeing up close the many wond ...