After I worked out my differences with my shirt laundry (they found my missing shirts and we kissed & made up), I took the wise advice my readers (primarily DC Rainmaker) and went back into my morning coffee place to ask for my $10 back. It wasn't forthcoming, so I shrugged & went next door to Jack's (a more tony place--the only time I took a friend on my morning routine, she demurred on my coffee spot & went into Jack's instead) and lo, the coffee was better (Seattle's Best) and the same price. So now I have my alternative in place, although I regret the lack of devotion out there for committed customers (thanks Danielle in WA formerly IA).
No more wading through desperate DC lottery buyers to buy my morning coffee & bananas. Life moves on.
Here's a pix of the Japanese-American Internment Memorial Park (think WW2) in DC during Cherry Blossom time.
None of my friends at work has a clue about this park that it is a mere three blocks from our office. Here's another pix, one that I recently took that I like of my agency. Tell me, can you identify the (new) building in the background? (Think First Amendment.)