DC is a really small city. As I sit here in my living room shamelessly surfing the internet over a wireless network, I find I’m wondering what that huge booming noise is.
I look outside, no, no cannon rolling up the street. No invading army jack-booting their way up my block.
Turn on the news and what do I see but a report about the end of the inaugural concert on the elipse that includes, yes, Virginia, fireworks. I can hear ’em but I sure can’t see ’em.
There’s an emperor’s new clothes sort of lesson in here but I’ll be damned if I can find it.