Arts & Culture
Last Night
Last night, I heard a live saxophone wailing out of Barca on 11th on Capitol Hill.
I've lived on Capitol Hill for 11 years and during that time its energy came from a mystique about the past, its tethers to the hep 90s (and even the Haagen-Dazs 80s)—Bailey/Coy on Broadway, the Cha Cha on Pine.
No longer.
That's Grey. But you get the idea.
I've lived on Capitol Hill for 11 years and during that time its energy came from a mystique about the past, its tethers to the hep 90s (and even the Haagen-Dazs 80s)—Bailey/Coy on Broadway, the Cha Cha on Pine.
No longer.
That's Grey. But you get the idea.
