Beginning at the End

Unfortunately the beginning is today. If it were last night, when I was in Adams Morgan, yesterday would have been the beginning and today I would be writing the end of that great story that happened around midnight. With no pictures to show for it, I'll keep silent. Suffice it to say that I should have had a blog on it, because it was a very picturesque night in a million and one unique, gritty, visceral, exciting and often unexpected ways. Fortunately, nights like that happen often in Washington, D.C.