It’s been several hours, and Vierdsen, and his crimson red Jaguar, haven’t been seen in some time. A note, scrawled on the back of a Speakeasy bar receipt, mentioned something about the collapse of the Alabama football team, the early NFL departure of offensive tackle Andre Smith, the end of the election year and the abject boredom that comes with a presidential transition period and basketball season.
Where is John going? Calls are out to observers in Richmond’s Shockoe Bottom, DC’s Adams Morgan (and Gov. Tim Kaine’s entourage), Atlanta’s Buckhead, Dallas’ Deep Ellum and The Strip in Tuscaloosa.
If you see Vierdsen, report it here, where a cadre of sympathetic friends will try to keep up the posting until we can return John back to Columbia.
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