Jenn F wrote about a disconcerting experience she had over in the Eastern Market area a week ago and I wanted to bring it to your attention. Call me nuts – or just a person with low expectations – but I find it a somewhat uplifting story. Jenn took the time to find a cop and report it. The transit cop responded expediently and clearly some action was taken.
Forgive me for being trite, but I think its during these million little 60 second encounters every day that our city gets better or worse, not as a result of the Big Things or sweeping heroic gestures. Thanks for being one of the ways the city got better that day, Jenn.
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.
