The kindness of strangers, customer service and what happens in DC. My Kind of Strange writes about it: Customer service … Do you know what it is? If you live in the District of Columbia chances are you don’t know what it is – it’s hard to find around here. Countless times, at local grocery stores, pharmacies and fast food restaurants I have gone through an entire transaction without a single word being spoken or even eye contact being made.
I am Trayvon Martin. Restaurant Refugee.
Fate, you’re funny, and yes, this is the real last post ever on The Anti DC. Marissa writes: This past Friday, when the Washington Post deemed me a “tastemaker,” The Anti DC pretty much shrugged its binary shoulders and said. “Well, then. We had a good run.”
Bracketoology – Is It an Art or a Science? Rice Quips.
An open letter to my single sisters. I Wanna Sing Like Sarah ‘Sassy’ Vaughan. She writes: Stop believing that there are no men in their late 30s/early 40s without children and/or a failed marriage behind them.
The Blossoms Start to Fade. Photos. Jason’s View from DC.
Periwinkle Girl. Photos. GoKateShoot.