I Don’t Think We’re In New Hampshire Anymore

On a bright summer day in Rock Creek Park, a duck came up to me and asked for a chip.  Then, he waited while his lady-duck had her fill.  After they had both eaten, they went back to the creek.

A little while later, a squirrel appeared.  He had obviously seen our generosity with the ducks, and he was not shy.  He took a Triscuit and went back to his tree.

It made me think: DC isn’t so different from New Hampshire.  Everything’s just a little more… fearless.

This is about my life in Washington, DC.  That means: what’s happening, what’s interesting, what’s scary, what’s hilarious, what’s an outrage, and what’s beautiful.  It all has a place here.