But if a bird escapes isn’t it pretty much gone? Don’t they fly to Queens or something? I think I read an article about all the escaped birds flying to this one tree in Queens. I swear I’m not making this up. I think it was in the New Yorker a few years back… For the record, I do hope they find Timmy.
Thanks to Susan for sending me this phenomenal photo. Sadly, the truck drove for the now defunct Wings n Things restaurant that was located on Kennedy and Georgia. Thankfully this truck will now be memorialized and God willing placed on a t-shirt one day. In case you can’t read it, it says:
“A Chicken Ain’t Nuthin’ But a Chickens Butt…But the Wings the Thing!”
So which ad is better this one or the one by the 9:30 club?
I was all ready to post about how this mattress was never going to get taken…I thought whoever put it out was just too lazy to call bulk trash pick up. But I guess you should never underestimate what folks will take for free.
Everyone knows my opinion on this matter but this one made me laugh. On a number of garbage cans in Petworth, Columbia Heights and down 14th St. you can see this statement. Could it surpass the legend of Borf?
I spotted this sign on the apartment building just north of the Petworth Metro on New Hampshire Ave. I can understand Video surveillance but what exactly is the purpose of audio surveillance? Is that an added deterrent?
This used to be one of the best bars in the city located on U Street way before U Street was popping. I always loved the mural of Lenin that you can hardly make out today. It seems kind of sad. Why is this prime location left in such a state of disrepair?
but I spotted this one on S Street between 14th and 13th. It is made of wood and there is another larger sign, maybe a kind of memorial next to it. But this one obviously spoke to me. It reminds me of the Remaking Le Slum Historique mural on I think 9th Street in Shaw.
Well we have another revolution on our hands. As I passed this sign it reminded me of a great diatribe I heard from Bono at a U2 concert (recorded). So allow me my own diatribe inspired by Bono. (Ed note: when you read the following lines you have to do it with an Irish brogue.)
I’ve had enough of these unwashed Americans come up to me and talk about the resistance, the revolution on the Mall. And the glory of protesting for the revolution. They don’t talk about littering for the revolution. Where’s the glory in papering every lamp post you see in Washington DC. Where’s the glory in that? Where’s the glory in putting stickers up that can’t be peeled off? Where’s the glory in that? Where’s the glory in making city workers waste their time, painstakingly peeling these posters off of city property. Where’s the glory in that? Fahq the Revolution.
