Riding into Appomattox at 5 pm it seems like one of those sleepy towns that grew up around some random stores with no thought to any plan. I did find the 'historic district' a one block group of stores with a visitors center that is closed. But Virginia hospitality is evident as the very friendly woman outside the center introduces me to her grandson and, oh yes, to the events in town.
Thus emboldened, I drive to the park itself which is open for set up of the concert stage. I felt like I'd hit pay dirt again because The 50 person choir that was made up of several local churches rehearsed spirituals and rousing songs. I planned to leave town before the Friday concert, so this was my own private concert. Afterwards as I walked back to my car, I got to compliment one of the singers. "Where are you staying" she asked. "In Lynchburg". 'Oh that's so far away, why don't you stay at my house"
Seriously, that is how the conversation went. She knew absolutely nothing about me and with the most gracious blessed open heart, offered me her home. I didn't take her up on it for that night because I wanted to check in to the hotel and do some writing. But...
The story will continue.
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