How remarkably uninformative

Photo courtesy of Me

Lacking specificity, courtesy of Me

I was waiting for a breakfast sandwich at a fine local eatery and killing time looking at the corkboard that so many cafes put up. It was covered with ads for local businesses and fliers for various community activities, as well as Heather’s contact information. The question is, contact her for what? I was half tempted to call just to ask “what the hell?” but the negative possibilities I could think of far outnumbered any positive ones. The most benign one that came to mind was a sociology experiment, but perhaps I’m just having a failure of imagination.

Anyone got any good idea what the point of a name and number on a community corkboard might be?

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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