We're back from our vacation and ready to report our latest findings on Richmond history.

The old overhead fluorescent light fixtures came on with a sizzling sound when we threw the big breaker on the wall of the Shockoe Examiner editorial and production facilities.  After a minute, laptop screens flickered to life around the room, the massive teletype machine in the back gave a couple of chugs, and a hot smell in the air signaled the coffee maker ran dry months ago and was getting ready to burn the place down.  Sabbatical is over, and the Shockoe Examiner is back on task.

One of the first things to attend to is our correspondence, bulging our email account and piling up like snow under the mail slot under the frosted glass window of the Shockoe Examiner front door.  Many thanks to everyone who wished us well and said they were looking forward to the blog’s return.  I assure you every message is read and appreciated.

So, under the leadership of the SE Editor, Ray, the rest of the staff clatters down the stairs and out into the streets of Richmond, eager to ferret out the most exquisitely obscure history bits still running around loose in this town for our loyal readers.  The Shockoe Examiner is back, and the game is on.

 Selden