Dear Starbucks: Please, please…

There’s a bottle of water that, seemingly as it’s sole purpose, lives on my living room table. That’s because every morning I take it out and put it there as I get ready to leave the house. Two blocks  [more...]

One sentence from this story is either brilliant in its Edgar Allen Poe styling, or a hilarious typo: “With the capitol doom looming in the distance, scores of Metro workers repaired the damage done when the  [more...]