After a particularly ugly drive to Lewisburg and back, which Abraham is learning to loathe because it’s basically an hour long set of tight switchbacks and he’s facing backwards the whole time, we returned with WV plates and a couple of AZ plates to hang on the wall. When I lived on Maggard St in Iowa City, the neighbors had a couple of AZ plates above the door of their shed. I always thought that was cool. All cool things in time, I guess.

Abe’s pretty excited to be a Mountaineer.