A Different Kind of Traffic Jam

How is this for a traffic jam – a limo jam at the White House this afternoon around 2pm.

I don’t know what was up, but it wasn’t Presidental. No cops, no Suburbans full of Secret Service, not a flashing light to be seen.

Nor were these black limos seen long. Each drove a different direction as they left, all absorbed into a limo concentration that suggested something big just went down.

Were you cool enough to be in the know?

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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