via GoFundMe

From GoFundMe:

“My brilliant and beautiful brother, Glenn Hill, died unexpectedly on Sunday, leaving behind his 18-month-old son Ezra and his wife Rachel, who is currently pregnant with their second child.

Our family is in shock and grappling to deal with this unfathomable loss, as are all who knew him. Our main focus right now is to surround Rachel, the love of his life, with support and care as she navigates raising Ezra and their new baby (another boy, due this summer) without Glenn. He was her rock, a steadfast and loving partner and an infinitely patient and capable father who delighted in his rascally, sweet-natured firstborn son and was eagerly anticipating meeting his second.

I know our grief is shared by the wider community, because to know Glenn at all was to love the guy. He was a beloved fixture of the DC nightlife scene for more than 25 years, a bright light in many a dimly-lit bar (Black Cat, Aroma, The Passenger, and Showtime, to name a few). Read More

Reuben Jackson via Alan Squire Publishing

Thanks to Katie for sharing the super sad news about Reuben Jackson’s recent passing earlier this month.

On a personal note I have to say that this news has hit my very hard. Most people don’t know this but Reuben was a reader, supporter and occasional contributor to PoPville from the very early Prince of Petworth days. And when I say supporter I mean Reuben gave me strength in the very early days when I was filled with doubts. Reuben always gave me words of encouragement and urged me to keep doing what I was doing. Simply, Reuben was the best. He reached out to me after the pandemic to say hi, and I said hi. But I wish I had said so much more. Don’t we always. I’ll say it now – thank you Reuben. Thank you for your words, your voice and your friendship. You will be missed.

About Reuben’s words. Here’s what he wrote to us back in 2009:

“I am not sure I would call these “haiku”. In fact, I would not. They are 17 syllable “poems” looking at a side of this city (Washington, DC) which increasingly nags at me (to say the least). I am trying to do something with the very “Southern” aspects of life here-aspects which so-called home rule (etc.) has not changed. Finally, they are the -ahem-ahem- “musings” of a middle aged black man trying to come to grips with the tension, changes, what have you in what my Mom accurately dubbed a “big-small Southern town”.


Spanish music plays
in buildings where James Brown ruled
Throbbing stereos.


Followed in bookstores
Mocked by gangsta wannabees
Where do I fit in?


Why would you leave here?
A childhood friend inquired
Through a toothless smile.


Men I’ve known since birth
Baby sit ragged corners
Under served by life.


Girl with Whole Foods bag
Receives suspicious glances
“She must think she white.!”


Disdainful glances
Hurled at a new white neighbor.
Soon there will be more.


Parents left me here.
Is it too late to get out?
Dream on the down-low.


Politicians flock
Like self important peacocks.
Shopping mall- at last!


Take a crosstown bus
If you dream of salad bars
And sit-down cafes.”

Katie and felow poets say that “his Trayvon Martin poem, For Trayvon Martin, is one of his best”: Read More

1800 Rhode Island Ave, NE

Thanks to Aaron for sharing:

Ronnie, the proprietor of Ronnie’s Transmission on Rhode Island Ave NE, DC, recently passed away. A skilled technician and a cornerstone of the neighborhood for decades, Ronnie not only excelled in his small business but also served as a repository of local oral history and a trusted friend to neighbors for decades.

Ronnie’s impact on me and everyone fortunate enough to have crossed paths with him was immense. Working tirelessly in his namesake small business, he was not just a skilled technician underneath his hydraulic lift or inside one of his interior garages; he was a cornerstone of the neighborhood on US Route 1. In his front office, Ronnie thrived professionally and also served as a carrier of local oral history and a trusted friend to the NE D.C. community for decades.

Almost every day, except for his one day off on Sundays, Ronnie would take notice of friends and neighbors passing by. Read More


4810 Wisconsin Ave, NW

Update from Emma and ah: “I am told that the owner recently passed away – unexpectedly – and there may not be a clear succession plan in place.”

City Bikes tweeted May 18: “It is with deep sorrow that we announce the death of Charlie McCormick, founder and CEO of City Bikes. In this period of grief, and respect for Charlie’s legacy, we have temporarily closed the doors of the business while we are evaluating the next steps.”

“Dear PoPville,

Drove by their location on Wisconsin and the store was temporarily closed with a sign on the door. Read More


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