AddieStan

This piece was originally posted on Friday, October 8, 2004. It was moved for indexing purposes. It's a perfect caress of an evening here in the nation's capital, with a breeze stirring just enough to make its presence known, the air neither too cool for short sleeves nor too warm for long. Behind the Capitol dome, a sky recently vacated by the sun forms an indigo backdrop streaked with teal-tinted clouds. In the day-to-day leading up to the Most Important Election in a Generation (or a Lifetime, or the Century, depending on whom is speaking), it's become all too easy to forget what a truly lovely place this can be. The denizens, including your blogstress, can hardly be blamed as they navigate checkpoints and endure surveillence and warnings of impending doom. To the nation, Capitol Hill is the place where the laws, the kielbasi, whatever you want to call them, get made. But it is also a neighborhood lined with trees and quaint row houses that take on a twinkly glo

The town hall (Oh, come on!) presidential smack-down Mea culpa Watching Kerry perform tonight, your blogstress is nearly poised to take back every mean thing she ever said about the senator from Massachusetts. (Note the adverb, "nearly.") What she has most to answer for is her premature prediction that he couldn't win the election, and for that she is indeed beating her comely breast. In order to facilitate her self-flagellation, your cybertrix is closing up the blog shop for the evening. Bon nuit, mes amis.