I hope Lawrence Block visits my Buffalo when he goes Buffalo hunting in Virginia this September. Buffalo Gap, a tiny village at the junction of Highways 254 and 42 in the west-central part of the state, is the birthplace of my maternal grandmother. She was born in 1862 in a two-story log house near a fork in the Middle River. About 1876 the family joined the westward migration, but tender memories of her first home lingered in grandma’s heart until she died in 1942. That is why I call Buffalo Gap, Virginia, my Buffalo.