Richard J. Lloyd JOR 1620 200 Word Profile 17.Nov. 2009 Virginia opened to the stranger at the next table who agreed that, yes: this weather was something else. Virginia leaned towards the stranger and spoke of the damage this November’s warmth will bring to next year’s crops. She lives just north of Farmington Hills: “the country,” where she was sure to see the effects of a premature spring. Then something in the weather opened memories of her childhood: of her father’s acre of farmland; rising early to work it; and years later seeing her father denied employment as a Ford engineer because of a heart attack at the age of forty‐ seven. He wasn’t right after that, and ten years later he died a young man. The problem with people today is, they don’t want to work. Look at her, eighty‐two and she hasn’t stopped to retire. Virginia puts in a few hours at her own antique business when she’s not raising champion dogs, or canaries, or goats. “People can re‐invent themselves, I truly believe that.” The rise from the table recalls a trouble with arthritis, but she needs no help and waves the stranger off. Before leaving the restaurant, she impishly asks, “Are you a Democrat,” as if in conspiracy.