I had to dash out the door to completely put the top up on the convertible (no, I don’t know why after 10 years of rag-top ownership that I still haven’t learned to check the weather report, so SHUT UP) and on the way back in… stopped. It’s easy to forget how good the cool rain feels on your face on a hot day, even if you’d been sitting in the climate-controlled office up till thirty seconds prior.
I feel bad for people who can’t let themselves enjoy being rained on a little.
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.
