by Prince Of Petworth March 2, 2017 at 10:00 pm
Sadly, the owner of this home–a long time Shaw resident–passed away last August. He was a real treasure of neighborhood lore. And he added a spark to the neighborhood list serve.
What was his name?
Ray Mikewcewski (and I mispelled his name…sorry my old friend and neighbor). He was one of the truly old stalwarts of Shaw and someone who was not afraid to call bull$hit when he saw it. For those of you reading this and are customers of Hells Bottom Barber…know that if it were not for Ray this site would likely still be known as The Stinky Lady of the Evening (I forget the French translation)…Ray painted the entire, once decades vacant building with friends and neighbors to dress it up. He dealt with rats and other issues as a result of this vacant…and was one of those who truly cared about his neighborhood and neighbors.
We moved away and I had heard Ray got sick…when we moved back I ran into Ray at the O Street Giant. He was all smiles and greeted me with a big hug. We promised to have a beer together but life got in the way and he passed before we could ever meet up. By the way the inside of the house is COOL! RIP Ray
The cafe was… “Café putain qui pue.” And it was “toujours fermé.”
Across the way from the “Woodson Nature Trail.”
Ray was truly an original. RIP Ray.
Yes, and his comment on that post is 100% Ray.
Some interesting info about Ray.
omg that is awesome!!
Thanks Dan for making my Friday! I got to know him pretty well and I can say for certain he would have been so honored to be the subject of a neighborhood history blog…though back in the day it was a challenge to explain the difference between a blog and a neighborhood listserve. He was a proud troglodyte!
I will miss his festivus banner and snarky humor…
We were the first purchasers of 819 Q (next to Ray’s home with the yellow trim) after it was renovated from the Cafe Putain Qui Pue. He quickly became a beloved member of the family (or rather we became part of his), as he welcomed us and our friends for near weekly dinners that included masterfully-crafted meals from around the world as well as local history lessons complete with old maps and photographs, jazz, spirituals, and polka records played on his Victrola, copious wine, and the best conversation. He was one of those bright souls who leaves a gaping, unfillable hole when he departs. We miss him dearly. I hope the neighborhood will keep up his memory even as his home passes into new hands.