On the edge of the West End, where the fringes of Richmond bleed into the sprawl of Henrico, I came across what could only be described as a warehouse -- jutting out of the asphalt and framed in a wild tangle of dogwoods. A door hung open on rusted hinges; laughter...
Off of Broad Street, deep in Scott’s Addition between warehouses and alleyways, is a black hole in the wall filled with music, vintage VHS, and (perhaps most importantly) Richmond’s preeminent collection of horror-themed pinball machines. I came to Wax Moon on a cool...