I dropped off HM and Tony tonight and made the one-way block turn to get back to the 14th Street Bridge. At the intersection of 12th and O, there was a man...more of a maniac than a man...doing his own version of Tai Chi in the street, all the while spinning his shirt above his head. He was laughing sadistically to himself. I made the left turn rather widely, in a vain attempt to keep my open window as far from him as possible. He watched me make the turn, and as I passed him, his laugh stopped and he stared chanting, "Nice Lady, Nice Lady, Nice Lady"
As I drove by the New York Avenue Church, the bells chimed one-thirty.