When the luncheon fare at the Hotel Roanoke consists of peanut soup, spoon bread, sweet potato chips, and apple butter biscuits. And life-sized portraits of General Lee and George Washington smile graciously over proceedings in the lobby. And outside, the peaks of the Blue Ridge Mountains rise all around the horizon of the valley.
And so in this state I find myself this day. It’s a friendly, lovely, historical kind of place.
