Another thing that I'll miss
Last night Annie and I strolled down King Street to sit by the water. It was an absolutely flawless evening: warm but not too warm, breezy, and still sunny at 7 o' clock. We settled on a bench as a cello player busked beside us (people were requesting "Love Story"--very melancholy) and watched the sailboats on the Potomac. It was so picturesque, it was almost criminal. It was a stroll-along-with-an-ice-cream-cone kind of evening. I would have picked mint chip.