Category Archives: Whitecaps on the Potomac

Perspectives, thoughts, doings during five years in Washington, a tempest-in-a-teapot kind of place to be, except that our “teapot” is the river.

A Spectator Riding Into the City

I’m on a bus to the Metro which will take me to into town so I can visit the Historical Society of Washington.  Been a month and a half since I’ve been on a bus and it sure feels good, … Continue reading

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Female Stranger

Some epitaphs are lengthy and give an unusually large amount of information for being on a tombstone.  This is true of the sentences carved into the stone that marks the Female Stranger’s grave.  This tomb is almost a tourist site, … Continue reading

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Hark! Hark! Commuter Song

Hark!  Listen!  Do you hear it?  Commuter song rings through the bus.  I hear the sweet-cynical laughing chitter-chatter of jovial workers traveling to the Federal mines, endless warrens of office after office after office, sunless caves they burrow into day after … Continue reading

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Perspectives

Since writing regularly, I am noticing what I think are attractive scenes, snappy views of buildings, people, flowers, ducks, and so much else.  I have taken many photographs over the past nine months, more than over many years.  Taking pictures helps … Continue reading

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Flag Draped

This week, walking by a church in the District that houses a well-known, heavily patronized soup kitchen and homeless person service center, I saw several shopping carts parked outside the entrance, brimful of the owners’ worldly possessions.  Draped over one … Continue reading

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Texting on the Bus with Mr. Toad

I looked across the four busy lanes of the street in front of our house to see my bus apparently pulling away.  I could have seen it as a precursor of the ride I was about to take.  I dashed … Continue reading

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The Fences of Washington

It started with a picture, a simple photograph.  A few days before the Cherry Blossom Festival on a windy Wednesday evening, we were among the very few people walking along the Tidal Basin, enjoying the just-emerging blossoms.  Behind a fence … Continue reading

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Gold for the Taking

I’ve never seen the river like this before.  Here at a wide stretch just south of the airport that sits on its banks, the water is a huge, swollen lake, ponderous from a week of rain.  The ample waters reflect … Continue reading

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My Piece of the Potomac

I get a glimpse of the River from the bus stop I wait at Monday through Friday mornings, a view framed by two, ten story brick apartment buildings.  We lived in a 400 square foot efficiency in the building on the left, … Continue reading

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I’m the last person someone sits next to on the bus

Commuting to and from work on the bus I’m often surprised and puzzled and, well yes, feel a tiny bit left out.  It’s like I’m always the last person people sit next to on the bus and I keep wondering … Continue reading

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