I’m not a budgetologist, but I do know that a casino is not the only possible source of new revenue.

September means I get to write about City Council again!

We can absolutely create jobs, increase revenue, and build a stronger city—without building an enormous casino.

Let’s make it worth a dollar to hop on the Downtown Expressway.

It’d be a big mistake to treat all 6,000 of the newly-installed plants (as much as I love plants) as circle’s permanent future.

I’m still skeptical about urban microtransit!

I’d take reading recommendations on urban growth boundaries.

I’m an old person who doesn’t really enjoy live music and spends most of his listening time with strange metal from Europe or old Ethiopian jazz.

I don’t get the City’s intense resistance to pilot projects; it makes absolutely zero sense.

Everyone should start a blog! Write or create things, and share them from somewhere not behind the gate of a billionaire’s website!

Everyone should read “Ministry for the Future,” I think about it at least twice a week.

I know summer is great for all sorts of reasons, but I absolutely love the city’s awakening that’s marked by the return of fall.

“Americans still having fun this summer!” articles are the textual embodiment of the This Is Fine meme.

The Fall Line should function as a thick, meaty spine with dozens of thin, pliable ribs branching of it.

I never know what to make of RPS School Board meetings.

I learned about a viral thing from the actual local newspaper, officially cementing my status as Entirely Out of the Loop.

Someone finally wrote about the bamboo die-off that’s happening all over town (and that I can’t stop talking about)!

The Watermelon Festival basically exists as an annual reminder that we can, in fact, close Carytown to vehicle traffic.

I really need to learn more about how the new-unit math works out for Creighton Court.

I’m assigning Richmond Connects surveys as homework.