by Kevin Alfred Strom
FROM A DISTANCE, it was a scene of almost inexpressible beauty. Ellen and Roger were driving through the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains near the Skyline Drive. The rolling rural Virginia landscape glowed with the warm pollen haze of early spring. A few thousand feet ahead on the narrow two-lane road lay a sleepy village.
“Look at the Civil War memorial and those proud old houses… and at that lovely church steeple,” said Ellen. “I’ll … Read the rest of this article