Wednesday, August 24, 2011
August 24, 2011
On Monday I wrote a column about how calm and quiet Washington is in August. Congress is away, the president is vacationing, lobbyists are yawning, etc. I forgot one of the old rules: "Never assume, it makes an ass of u and me." Well, it was calm until we had an earthquake yesterday.
And then, of course, it wasn't calm at all. The apartment building I live in literally shook, quivered, moved. We left, of course, we frightened residents. My little group perched outside a nearby cafe and sipped coffee. After an hour or so, all seemed calm so we went back inside. No major damage--broken glass from picture frames, one old wooden rocking horse I'm fond of had fallen off the wall and broken a hoof, but my friends think it can be mended.
Usually excitement here is about a bill, a vote, a scandal. Not this time. No one was badly hurt, the papers say. It's been a hundred thirty years since DC had one this big. If they want to wait that long before the next one, it'll be fine with me.