Capitol Hill whackos

Sheesh, what’s wrong with you Capitol Hill residents? A beautiful blue-sky clear day and you’re almost all at home. How do I know? Because there’s not a single @#$%^&*(*&^%$ parking space within 5 blocks of Eastern Market. Yeah yeah, blah blah metro blah blah public transport. My keister – even if 50% use public transport (and I’ll eat my warm knit hat if it’s that high a usage) the other half would have driven somewhere – and given me somewhere to park my behemoth extended-body Ford E250 (lovingly nicknamed “big red”) once I’ve unloaded all our mirrors at the market.

All of you failing to conduct your lives in ways that are convenient for me are hereby on notice. I do appreciate your fun little street garden decorations though

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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