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How Does One Get a Plot in a Community Garden?

Published August 19, 2008 at 11:04PM | Updated August 27, 2024 at 6:03PM

A reader has a specific request:

“I’m not sure where else to turn! I moved to the Fort Totten area earlier in the spring and have since discovered what appears to be a community garden near the intersection of 10th and Emerson NE, behind a gas station. I can’t find it on the DC Community Garden website, but would love to get a plot. Do you know of anyone who would have info about it, or other community gardens in the Fort Totten area? There is also an even bigger one near Jarobe Printing at 15 Oglethorpe Street, NW (visible from the metro on the way to Takoma Park) but I can’t find a point of contact for that one, either.”

So if anyone has specific information on those gardens I’m sure it would be greatly appreciated.

But I’m also curious in general how one would go about getting a plot in a community garden throughout the city. Anyone have advice?

Photo Archives Caption Contest

By Prince Of Petworth

Published August 19, 2008 at 10:46PM | Updated August 27, 2024 at 6:02PM

Place your caption in the comments section. Winner gets a PoP t shirt or beer. Winner selected Friday.

A Random Spot To Lock Up Your Bike

By Prince Of Petworth

Published August 19, 2008 at 10:43PM | Updated August 27, 2024 at 6:01PM

So I saw this bike locked up in the middle of the bridge between Woodley Park and Dupont. I couldn’t figure out the scenario in which one would just get off their bike and lock it up to the middle of a bridge. Any thoughts?

Random PoP Experience

By Prince Of Petworth

Published August 19, 2008 at 10:40PM | Updated August 27, 2024 at 6:00PM

So I was at the corner of Georgia and Florida when I hear music blasting out of a store on the corner. It’s all good. As I get closer I see an extremely drunk woman singing and dancing. It’s all good. As I get even closer I hear the song that is being played, “…play that funky music white boy…”. At this point the drunk woman sees me and starts pointing at me and laughing hysterically while saying “funky white boy, funky white boy, yeah, yeah”. Then I started laughing. So there was this crazy drunk lady, and a goofy white boy laughing hysterically at the corner of Georgia and Florida. We must’ve looked like quite the pair. Further proof that the beautiful life still exists.