Plagiarizing Myself

I wrote the post below yesterday for the work blog, and thought I’d share it here as well. It’s a lazy way to get a post up today, but if I can’t be poky on a Saturday, when can I be?

And why, you may ask, was I tasked with writing about my neighborhood for work? While I was on vacation, a few of my fantastic co-workers pulled together a bunch of materials for preservation-centric things to do and places to see in DC. There’s this big event going on here in town next week, so we thought it would be a good opportunity to share some of our local info. We’re using the blog to tell our personal DC stories in hopes of getting a few more eyeballs on the web feature. We have two done so far —  mine, and one on Brookland. The goal is to have one every weekday until the inauguration, so, if you’re so inclined, check back periodically to be wowed by the talent of my colleagues.

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My Historic Washington: Capitol Hill

When I was looking for someplace to live in DC, I selected Capitol Hill for the most mundane of reasons: it seemed to be the only neighborhood where I could park my car without buying a space. As a twenty-something non-profit worker, the idea of paying nearly the equivalent of my recently-satisfied car loan to board my car seemed ludicrous (not to mention impossible when combined with city-priced rent). Now, nearly ten years later, the car is long since gone, but I’ve stayed put on the Hill — and can hardly conceive of living anywhere else.

Eastern Market was the first thing to draw me in, and I fell quickly and permanently in love with it. The 135-year old public market building is the last of its kind in DC still performing its original function, but it is also much more than just a place to shop. In addition to providing a home for independent grocers (selling produce, meats, baked goods, fish, cheese, flowers, and more) a thriving, year-round farm line and flea market brings together locals and tourists alike every weekend — forming what is, essentially, Capitol Hill’s town square. I realize that sounds hokey, but it’s true. I can’t begin to count the number of times a quick outing to pick up my weekly ration of fresh tomatoes has spun out into a full day of browsing the vendors, chatting over coffee, and catching up on what’s new.

I’m also wildly enthusiastic about my local hardware store, Frager’s. It’s a little like shopping in my grandfather’s basement — full of wood and tools, to be sure, but also full of every random tidbit that life requires, stored with a mysterious logic that makes every aisle and turn of the corner an opportunity for serendipitous discovery. Despite a rabbit warren-like layout, every person who works there can almost instantly locate virtually anything, and advise authoritatively on its use, just like grandpa. On the rare occasions I go outside my neighborhood to meet my home improvement needs and end up in a big-box hardware store, I tend to wander the broad aisles aimlessly, overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of it all.

And then there’s the food. I love to eat, and over the years I’ve lived there, the options on the Hill have expanded, seemingly exponentially. The two commercial strips that anchored the Hill when I arrived — Pennsylvania Avenue near the Capitol and Massachusetts Avenue near Union Station have been joined by the now-vibrant Barracks Row Main Street, and grittier upstart areas on H Street and the far end of Pennsylvania Avenue. I can head to an ultra-homey dive for a half-smoke (DC’s local improvement on the hot dog) and a beer served in a mason jar, hit a hole in the wall with mussels so delicious that they beat Bobby Flay’s on his “Throwdown” program, or head to an upscale wine bar (or two) for tastings and tapas. It’s a good thing, really, that my car has gone by the wayside… I need to walk a lot to keep all of the deliciousness from sticking.

These are just a few of the reasons Capitol Hill is my Washington. If you happen to make it to DC for the inauguration — or any other time — I invite you to stop by, whether it’s for a quick bite to eat, to hang out at the Market, or to waltz the aisles of a hardware store.

4 thoughts on “Plagiarizing Myself

  1. Eileen January 10, 2009 / 5:37 pm

    That was lovely…

    I miss DC terribly, for all those reasons, and a few more. And I miss those days, when we would hook up on a Saturday morning and head to the Market together. Makes me miss you too.

    I wish I could be there for this inaugural too.

    Lastly, you should market the hell out of this concept you’ve got going. Too many American’s outside the Beltway have no concept that real people with normal lives live in DC and that it is a beautiful place to be and to live. Some network has got to love the idea of telling people about the beautiful ordinariness that is our nations capital.

    Hugs

    ps. I like the photo thing but NOT as a substitute for your writing and little life musings. Please don’t stop one for the other.

  2. Joanne January 10, 2009 / 6:45 pm

    slightly off topic, but prompted by your mention of half-smokes–did you see that Pres-Elect Obama ate lunch at Ben’s today? I love that man.

  3. Mom January 10, 2009 / 7:03 pm

    GREAT, GREAT post. DC makes Binghamton seem so VERY BOOORRRRRING!! And, Ms “E” is so right — NORMAL people live in DC, as everywhere. I sincerely hope the Obama family can find some semblance of normalcy and happiness there and find their way around “Your DC”. HUGS from S N O W Y Upstate NY.

  4. common loon January 11, 2009 / 5:14 pm

    G.R.E.A.T. post! ditto everything Eileen wrote, too

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