We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I had never banged around Alexandria, Virginia until this past weekend. Since we have been touching on one of our pet hates, urban renewal, in Old Town Alexandria we have a perfect example of how the absence of urban renewal has make it possible to have a downtown that everyone wants to go to to shop, to eat, to hear music, to see galleries, to maybe meet a new girl- or boy-friend, and to hang out on the street or on the piers with an ice cream cone.
People like to go to places which are crowded, have a human scale, have some history and a touch of shabbiness or at least randomness. In other words, real places. Tiny Greenwich Village in NYC is crowded every night, but it cannot hold a candle to Georgetown for quaintness or size (but it has way better music). Why so many people seem to enjoy totally phony, manufactured places like Disney World is another topic for another day.
Wikipedia has a nice little piece on the town's history, which of course includes its history as a major American port, its slave trade, and its role as a supply center for the Civil War. Washington considered it to be his home town.
My lame photo, as usual, does no justice to what a hoppin' and pleasant place the Old Town is.
Old Town is great. Whenever I'm in DC, I try to land at Reagan, jump on the southbound Metro, get off at King Street, and walk to my hotel. There are several within a few blocks. Safer than DC, and infinitely more interesting than being stuck out in Tyson's Corner or someplace like that. You also have one of the few - maybe the only - gun shop close to DC at the foot of Princes Street. Restaurants galore. Normal people on the streets in the evenings. A nice place.
I used to work about four or five blocks from there. It's a great little part of town, but there's hardly any metroaccess there. There's Braddock and King, and neither are near the water (or the best restaurants/bars).
Granddaddy Long Legs
Very true. That's why God invented bipedal locomotion. Just the ticket to relax after a day cooped up in an office. :-)
People enjoy "totally phony, manufactured places like Disney World" for the same reason they watch porn (ranging from Baywatch to Playboy to Hustler and the harder stuff) but marry "the girl next door".