Farewell, Capitol Hill
Despite the gunshots in the street, despite the eggings and the muggings and the overpriced food, Capitol Hill didn’t suit me. I moved out at the end of July. Since then, I am told, the streets around Eastern Market have turned desolate. Hot winds blow through them; skeletons lie in the sun while the tumbleweeds scatter.
There is a neighbor who will not have me around as audience to his death-metal lyrics. There is a neighbor whose cats will not bring me any more presents of stiff baby mice. There is a roommate who will float his houseboat without me, and a landlady who no longer can hear my guitar on the stoop after dusk. I will miss them. And, dear reader, I will miss you.
But at least I won’t miss the crime. Where I’m going, I’m gonna need a lot more than a nine.
August 9th, 2007 at 11:30 am
No Jonathan, the streets around Eastern Market have not turned desolate. As a matter of fact, the Market has taken over 7th Street SE every weekend, with free live music on Sundays (Aug 12 10:30am - Unusual Suspects, 1pm - Over Under Down Yonder). The new “East Hall” opens August 25th, so come back for Market Lunch crab cakes — much better than the ones they have on South Street.