A little snark for your snark needs.
I sit now in Chevy Chase, DC, the tony urban side of the suburban-urban trans-Western Avenue liberal sprawl that gives Brian Griffiths intermittent explosive diarrhea. I sit in the basement Politics and Prose, a minor cathedral to tony, tasteful liberal wealth and somewhat well-deserved intellectual smugness. Howard Zinn was to speak today here, but cancelled due to some family issue. But alas, good Brian, I am drinking a carbohydrate-laden plain Italian soda - a shot of flavored corn syrup, a snowball without the snow or the ball, not a latte (which are overrated and taste the way that Ari Fleischer speaks: no matter how hard you steel yourself for the disappointment, you still manage to be disappointed.)
I sit here shortly before meeting with a homeowner in Chevy Chase, DC-side, about renting a Fonzie-style apartment. While a single, newly divorced "dude" should be looking to go to the "party zone" at Dupont Circle or U Street to increase his social life (with women in my case, to confirm a personal detail in this diverse city), I am not a "dude" but a Dad. The boys will be with me every other weekend, and I need a place where they can be safe on the street and I can be safe holding their hands, where I can park within reasonable distance with two autistic more-or-less toddlers in hand, replete with weekend bag for both. I need a place that is rat and bedbug free for them and me - a harder catch than you would think even in upper-end towers on Connecticut Avenue. In Chevy Chase, even the few rats do the NYTimes Sunday crossword in pen. I want them to be able to walk with me to a park or down a sidewalk nicely, not stepping over needles. I hope this works out. If not I do have some back-ups, but it's tick-tock: sale date is April 30.
But I realized I am doing Red Maryland's bidding now. If I move from Maryland to DC, by so moving I will make both jurisdictions' electorate ever-so-slightly more conservative politically. The least y'all could do is help me move. ;-) Wish me luck.
Cheers to all.
Welcome to Obama Country
Chevy Chase, where people are richer, smarter, and way more intolerant of anyone who hasn't seen the light. (That's true of both CCMD and CCDC.) You're much better off in Fort Totten.
And you haven't really left Maryland until you buy a place in DC.
-- Attila
How Ironic
Bruce,
Last year I attended a fundraiser benefit gala for Baltimore's Enoch Pratt Library. Normally I wouldn't attend such a shind dig, not that I'm not supportive of the library--I regulalry contribute large sums in late fees-- I just wasn't interested in hanging with the Sarbanes clan and subjecting my ears to Babs Mikulski's scrathing voice.
What drew me was the guest speaker who was none other than Christopher Buckley--yes that Christopher Buckley. Unfortunately, that night his mother the indomitable Pat Buckley had passed away. It was Pat who famously denied Ted Kennedy the use of of their cars to return to his chateau in Swtizerland saying, "Certainly not-there are three bridges between here and Gstaad."
Unfortunately we were left to listen to the inane ramblings of Johns Hopkins graduate Gomez Adams. The room cleared in five minutes.
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