Missiles in Georgetown

After school today G-man and I biked over the Key Bridge to Georgetown to his favorite comicbook store and then on to the Georgetown Mall for dinner at the food court Hunan Express. The only bike rack in Georgetown is behind the mall and next to the old C&O Canal. Guess Georgetown is too poor to afford bike racks. We locked our bikes up with three locks and, for good measure, took the seats with us. I see too many bikes around DC that are locked up but missing wheels and seats.

Last week we were in Georgetown when a windstorm hit suddenly. We were walking on the sidewalk on M Street when a gust blew a board off the top of a three story building and hurled it missile-like onto the pavement just two yards in front of the G-man. It was such a projectile that I hate to think of what might have happened if it had hit him. You just never know what can happen the next second. You can be walking down the street one minute and POW the next. It's scary to think of how tenuous life is. Carpe Diem.