We are starting the second week of Advent, and we hope you can help us remember it is no longer “Hope,” but the “Peace” that we can bring to our affairs on this small part of this Earth. Accordingly, we asked some of the Zoomers to do a short piece on where we live. The Boomers did a book about life in the fifteen-minutes of being unexpectedly single at the turn of the century.

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They think the three subsequent iterations of the human experience ought to contribute their own thoughts.
Holly was put in charge, since she is a Millennial and has that kind of receptive nature to change to inspire the GenZ and X’ers who are hoping to scrape some lines for the resumes off the old-timers who brought their iPads glowing with news that the vaccine they were forced to take were actually sort of dangerous and in fact almost killed Vic.

This was the image on his screen:

Miles told him to put down the tablet with the screen down on the conference table. “The Chairman told you to not bring up that medical stuff, Vic. It may have killed you after they made you get vaccinated to travel on airliners, and they may have known the mRNA component of the spike protein could have caused your vascular problems.”

“The Vaxx almost cost me my legs,” Vic said with a pensive grimace. “I am hoping to be able to walk again in a new year filled with Peace. And right here to see them start building on top of the parking lot next next door.”

Holly leaned over and grabbed the designer handbag she had started carrying after that meeting with the Pharmaceutical salesman last week. “I told the Zoomers to take a look at what hey put on top of the crossroads at Farmer Tyson’s Peach Grove. That picture at the top is from 1940 in the groves that used to be here.”

“What came next?” asked Olivia, a vivacious young woman who hoped to parlay the Socotra House lines on her resume into something that actually had benefits. Her gender alignment degree from Brown hadn’t produced anything except $175,254 dollars in debt.

“The national Automotive Dealers Association Headquarters.NADA. It was a massive thing, help up by three silos of concrete acting as a beacon for drivers from the city way out in the country. Plenty fo space for Dealers, Cars, Parking.”

Rocket laughed. “You just summed up the 1970s out here in Fairfax. There was plenty of room.” He picked up Vic’s tablet, flipped it over and entered search-term “NADA HQ” in the little box at the top of the screen:

“This is the spot where this conference room was located in 1978.” He turned it around for display:

“That was what this place looked like until after the turn of the century. The picture was collected by the Fairfax Reporter, before that paper folded into the more residential mixed-use neighborhood,” said Olivia. “I will have more on that for you tomorrow.”

“Maybe we can jam it into a Fifteen Minute County story about Pharmaceuticals and real property devand Splash might have already started on Happy Hour.elopment.”

There were some absent nods around the table and people started to think about Peace. And Lunch.

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