Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:14th street was where the prostitutes hung out.
I was just going to say.. you remember that 14th st in the 80’s was considered a dangerous place to be…
You find yourself saying on multiple occasions- “the DC food scene is so much better than it was ten years ago.”
Anonymous wrote:Unless you used to buy weed on the way to Tracks at what is now the site of a luxury condo, you arent a real lifer.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I hope I can never describe myself as a Washingtonian. And also, pls, SMH, you can't fathom to cross a bridge to VA. Please. It's DC, not NYC, Chicago, etc. Get over yourselves.
You seem to be the one who needs to get over yourself.
Dc is embedded in Md ( Md’s gift to the country) and both own the Potomac River. It’s geography, history and seamless connections.
Anonymous wrote:You stand right, walk left everywhere. Doesn't matter what city or country, that is ingrained in you.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:+1 The Compliment Man, Commander Salamander and zone taxi fares. Man, I went on some wild rides-- remember how they used to stop and pick up other fares?
I will add you hung out/played soft ball right in front of the White House
Also, I think you have to know how to navigate the city by bus, to be able to claim status, without using your phone.
Speaking of the Compliment Man, does anyone remember the guy who used to jog down the middle of downtown streets, while dancing/singing/shot? He was a very fit black guy, who was like 60-70 years old.
Yes! I remember him! How about: The older man who protested outside the Holy See on Mass Ave for years and years. WAPO ultimately did a story on him (he had been abused by a Priest, I believe in Poland)
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:After living in DC now for nearly three decades, I call DC (proper) my home. Yes, I'm from somewhere else (most of us are), but at this point, I'm far more comfortable in DC than in any other city. In my mind, these are some markers of a DC local. Please add your own!
1) You know how to navigate Rock Creek Parkway, even during rush hour (both ways)
2) You know which side of the metro to get on and off of to get to where you need to go
3) You know all the Safeways by their nicknames (RIP Secret Safeway)
4) You are sad when you remember that Georgetown and Friendship Heights used to be good places to shop
5) You recognize the long-term protestors in front of the White House
6) You feel annoyed by the closures around the White House
7) You know the names of neighborhoods like Barnaby Woods, Colonial Village, Crestwood, and Hillcrest
8) You know when not to drive to the Mall (e.g., race days) and where to park for free in Georgetown (for up to two hours)
9) You know which CVSs sell wine
10) You have a mental block driving over the bridge to VA, even though you know factually that it's not that far away
These are all fun but please stop with the "most of us are from somewhere else" stuff. DC has many residents whose families have been here for generations, primarily AA. Please do not ignore them.
Anonymous wrote:+1 The Compliment Man, Commander Salamander and zone taxi fares. Man, I went on some wild rides-- remember how they used to stop and pick up other fares?
I will add you hung out/played soft ball right in front of the White House
Also, I think you have to know how to navigate the city by bus, to be able to claim status, without using your phone.
Speaking of the Compliment Man, does anyone remember the guy who used to jog down the middle of downtown streets, while dancing/singing/shot? He was a very fit black guy, who was like 60-70 years old.
Anonymous wrote:Zoned cab fares! they were the worst.
Anonymous wrote:You felt real anger when you found out the developers kicked out Captain White's Seafood Market.
I remember going there every 4th with my dad.
. My husband went to college in Baltimore (from the Midwest) and wound always have me open his. I taught my kids how to pick them- the difference between the males and females and how you can tell. Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:.Anonymous wrote:Eagle Liquors at the end of the Key Bridge in Georgetown. My dad always went there for cheaper liquor before 1970s block parties. I remember the giant barrel of gummy bears.
Wasn't it called Dixie Liquors?
That is where I bought my first keg of beer.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I hope I can never describe myself as a Washingtonian. And also, pls, SMH, you can't fathom to cross a bridge to VA. Please. It's DC, not NYC, Chicago, etc. Get over yourselves.
You seem to be the one who needs to get over yourself.
Anonymous wrote:I hope I can never describe myself as a Washingtonian. And also, pls, SMH, you can't fathom to cross a bridge to VA. Please. It's DC, not NYC, Chicago, etc. Get over yourselves.