Rambling Rasheed was our courtesy driver during the mid-winter trials of an unexpected layover.  I say “rambling” because from the moment we exchanged greetings during the blizzard of 2015 until we departed for a final last-ditch departure flight, he never stopped talking.  He was more than happy to shuttle us from airport to restaurant to hotel and back to the airport again.  His slim tattooed body blended well in a city ranked third in the nation for ‘Most Tattoo Parlors’ per 100,000 residents.    Richmond boasts 14.5 total. That’s a lot of artistic expression and personal stories being told.  And Rasheed?  Well, he moved here about six months ago after working third shift at a factory job in Jersey.  It was okay for awhile since he could schedule appointments with doctors, dentists, and the occasional traffic court during the daytime hours.  Oh, how he loved the taste of Southern Comfort.  And Cheetos, as evidenced by the half-eaten bag propped open on the console between the bucket seats.  But now he was ready for a fresh start in a new city. Things were going to work out just fine.  He had a good feeling about this.