outside of Richmond, we stopped at the Marlboro factory. How did we know where it was? Well, driving along 95 we a giant pillar with all of the Philip Morris cigarette brands on it. We got off at the exit, found the sign, and took our picture in front of it. What can I say? We were caught up in the bad-ass mystique of smoking… (gimmee a break, we were 18… geez…)