Laetitia and her group toured several of Richmond’s museums in the morning. Included were the Edgar Allen Poe Museum and the Old Dominion Railway Museum. Intrigued by Susan’s conversation of yesterday, Laetitia headed off in the afternoon across the state to Bland, Virginia. It’s a small community of about 400 people located in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Its proximity to the Appalachian Trail and the Blue Ridge Parkway make it a great place to live if you like the outdoors. But, as Susan concluded yesterday without really knowing, Bland is somewhat lacking in exciting things for young people to do.
Laetitia was taking her group to a bluegrass music concert in the evening, so she gave the group some time on their own in Bland with a designated meeting time later and then found a local tavern that was having happy hour. Laetitia sat at the bar within earshot of a table of men about her own age. From their conversation, she gathered that all were unmarried and employed, but not well paid. They mostly talked about their big plans for success and how they’d scored with local women or would do so in the near future. Some of the recounted amorous episodes seemed to Laetitia like they might have been embellished with details that were more wishful thinking than fact. However, she was seeking material for a limerick, so she didn’t care. Limericists have no ethical requirement for truthfulness.
Franklin’s story especially garnered the group’s admiration. He had actually enticed a local girl to go with him for a weekend in Virginia Beach. Though Franklin’s lurid account of the weekend was enthusiastic, he let slip a few details that suggested that when his fairytale came true it was actually a bit more real than he expected. His conversation engendered the limerick of the day.
The aim of young Franklin from Bland
To make love on the beach in the sand
Turned out to be gritty
It is such a pity
Things didn’t quite go as he planned.