I miss the days when we had a senator who played the fiddle and a congressman who liked to clog.
I like having a governor who eats barbecue and rides an all-terrain vehicle.
I like seeing my congresswoman at Kroger. I love that we are small enough that this happens.
I love how we are too small to honk angrily in traffic or to toss rude gestures at each other. (Usually.)
I have no favorite in the debate over official state food.
I love it all - those pungent ramps (awesome in potatoes and eggs), the delightfully portable pepperoni roll and a hot dog - yes - with slaw. I love Grandma's half-runner beans cooking all day in a pot. I believe I just described the most perfect meal.
West Virginia, thank you for being a comfort.
I love the majesty of your mountains and the cool flow of your streams.
I love the idea that within easy distance of home I could go skiing, whitewater rafting, fishing, hiking, backpacking, mountain biking and hunting - although most of the time I don't.
Our state inspires people to jump off a bridge into a gorge - and that's considered a good thing.
I love traveling far from home and unexpectedly encountering a West Virginian. For we are family.
I love coming home from a long trip and having the gold dome of your Capitol greet me.
West Virginia, you are not heaven. But without a doubt you are almost heaven.
Happy birthday, and here's to 150 more.