Robbed on the Metro
I was sitting on the Metro platform at Mt. Vernon Square yesterday evening. It was a quarter to six. The Cubs were in town playing the Nationals, and I was ...
311/911 Calls
Apparently, I’m A Horrible Person
It’s not church parking, nor is it Adams Morgan parking, but parking arguments seem to be in vogue these days, so I decided to start one of my own.
Dead Guy on the Curb
Shortly after discovering Stoney’s yesterday, Chris and I walked back to the Zipcar I had been driving earlier in the day. When I stopped for gas earlier, I ...
The Prodigal Recycle Bin
As Hedda mentioned, we had a big party on Saturday night. There was a lot of carnage at this party, including a lit candle getting knocked off its perch, spe...
Woman Screaming and a Fire Alarm
Hedda and I were woken from sleep by a woman screaming in the alley a bit before 2:30 in the morning. I heard her scream while I was still asleep, and the ne...
Two Guys Yelling
I was drawn to the front door by the cacophony of two men screaming at one another in Spanish. When I lowered the shade, I saw two men face to face in a, sha...
Public Urination
Since Hedda and I moved to DC a few months back, we have collectively called the police more than any other place we have ever lived together. And although I...