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Pink and Chartreuse Socks

1. Jonnie A woman walked away from gate 10. She held a leash, and a pudgy, white, puggish-bullish dog was walking trotting along happily with her. I looked over with at the woman standing next to me. She raised her eyebrows. “I didn’t know you could do that,” she said.  “They were at security when […]

Sidewalk Café

A taxi honked at some poor soul waiting at a stoplight just a little too long. The brakes of a metrobus squealed as it rolled slowly along the street. Two men at the table at the other end of the sidewalk patio spoke to each other in Vietnamese as we ate our Phở. A lady’s […]

I Saw A Woman

I saw a woman walking slowly up the sidewalk along P Street. She held a brace and moved deliberately, choosing each step with care. There was an ashen look on her face, as if she had been sequestered for a long time and had just ventured back into the outside world. She wore a sweater over […]

A Picture of You

I would have taken a picture of you sitting by the fountain in Dupont Circle among all the other people enjoying the evening. I would have taken a picture of you under the blue sky in the cool breeze with green trees standing far down P Street across the Potomac. I would have taken a […]

When Cheetahs Lie Down With Zebras

We came just to see the pandas and have something to eat. Our agenda for the day lay mainly with the rented bicycles we had locked to a rack down by Rock Creek Park. And now it was time to get back. “Let’s go see the cheetahs,” I said. A sign said that the cheetah exhibit […]

Rock Creek Park

There was a regatta on the Potomac that day. College crews were unloading their sculls and warming up. Spectators were standing by the water’s edge. The Thompson Rowing Center clubhouse was busy, but there were bikes available to rent. We put on helmets and stashed the bike lock in our backpack. I left my driver’s license […]

At Kafe Leopold

At Kafe Leopold in Georgetown on a rainy day. Down a cobblestone alley between red brick buildings. We sit at a small round table. If it was warmer and sunny, we could be sitting outside. But it’s not so instead we are inside holding our coffees in our hands waiting for dessert. I take out my […]

The Phillips Collection

So here we are at 21st Street and Q. The Phillips Collection, one man’s collection gathered in his mansion dedicated to displaying art in an intimate setting where the works are hung side by side in casual conversation. 1. In the Rothko Room. Four walls and four Rothko paintings glowing in dim light with a […]

Colin

So we’re lying on the hotel king bed clicking from one station to the next. (Is this what we’re missing by not having a TV at home!?). Trudy’s phone rings. It’s Ben. He says Colin is in town and wants to give us a call. Colin! Holy cow. Not only did we find out at the […]

Orange Line to Vienna

We were standing shoulder to shoulder in the orange line train. Trudy was behind me. A man in a suit was in front of me. He had a black nylon business case on his shoulder. It was embroidered with Deloitte. He was reading the Washington Post. The train stopped and more people came in thru […]