The dangers of outdoor markets

It’s hard to believe that a day that ended so beautifully started out so disgusting, but it did. This is Eastern Market yesterday at noon when we were in the middle of our Seattle impression. Luckily most of us had tents up, though dead in the middle you can see where woodturner Aaron has simply thrown tarps over all his stuff and gone off for coffee.

However if you don’t like our Spring weather, just wait an hour. By 2:00pm my darling girlfriend and I were pondering taking the tent down completely. We probably would have if it wasn’t so unwieldy. Here’s hoping all of you got to enjoy all the sunshine and suffer less of the rain.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.

Hmm, guess I just did.

My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.


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