In March 2011 I drove down to the North Fork of Virginia to visit my ailing friend, Barbara Mosely. Her husband, she, and I walked in the late-winter sun and I mentioned I might take a dip in the river.
I did so and felt the cold of a passenger who had abandoned the Titanic for the North Atlantic.
But Barbara and her husband got a good laugh out my exploit and that was why I came down to Dixie.