Back from Flying South for Winter

So, the retirees of Williamsburg are upon us, a sure sign that warmer weather had finally reached Virginia. How do I know this, you ask? Well, the number of Buick Lucernes (sorry Dad) driving with their right blinker permanently flashing has increased significantly in the past week.

Needless to say, the combination of tourists (I'm talking to you, Mr. Minnesota license plate, I bet you regret not flying NOW) and the elderly make driving in Williamsburg is an experience. Allow me to paint a picture for you. Harried fathers, who just spent 20 hours in the car with their young children (though, to be fair, those kids probably were not as annoying as they could have been, given the creation of portable DVD players), are trying to find a parking space at 1 p.m. on a Saturday in Colonial Williamsburg, a task tantamount to finishing the New York Times Sunday crossword. All the while, their wives are trying to give them directions and driving instruction on how to navigate "Confusion Corner" (guaranteed to competely confound minivans from Tennessee). Students are darting out into traffic on a whim making you think they're playing some sort of Russian Roulette with cars being the bullets. During 8:30 am morning "traffic" (a term used loosely here), colonial interpreters are attempting to parallel park their SUVs in front of WaWa to pick up their Cappucino of yore. Then, there is me, trying to make it to the law school and stupefied everytime that 3 miles takes me 20 minutes to drive with no actual traffic.

It's always something here in lively Williamsburg...