Things are so exciting in Norfolk that Virginian-Pilot columnist Kerry Dougherty decided to flip through all the pending bills of the General Assembly in search of a column Friday. She couldn’t find any, but she did find the bill that would give Reston its own license plate, and offered this penetrating insight:
“You have to wonder who will want to zip around with this on his car: ’Reston! Live Work Play.’ Be honest, is there a more soulless spot in the commonwealth than that bland ant colony near Dulles?”
Honestly? I can think of one. How about...Norfolk? For one thing, they average 37.5 homicides per year down there since 2000. That’s a lot less souls, after all the shooting stops. Reston, with a population of 58,404, is about one-fourth the size of Norfolk. It had one homicide last year, zero the year before. Norfolk had 28 last year, 34 the year before. So 62 to 1 is not really the ratio you’re looking for when you’re only four times bigger than bland Reston. At least we’re alive.
Have you ever walked around downtown Norfolk at night? Of course not, you’re still alive. It is dull and, uh, dead. Ever been to the Reston Town Center at night, or sat in the outdoor cafes around Lake Anne, or rocked out at 1 a.m. in the Lakeside Inn? None of them really remind you of Norfolk. Ever.
And for real insight, be sure to check out Ms. Dougherty’s blog. (She is pictured at left.) Her three most recent items began: “Well what do you know.” “Uh oh.” and, “Well, whaddya know.” That, friends, is soul.