Some think it is odd that the King Monument is carved from white stone instead of black. I think it is a good choice because otherwise it would look like Boba Fett had frozen King in carbonite a la Han Solo at the end of the Empire Strikes Back (by far the best of the Star Wars movies, by the way.)
Having escaped the imaginary clutches of Jobba the Hutt using my frame pump as a light saber, I made it to work with 15 minutes to spare. Tailwinds are grand.
The ride home took on a quite different flavor. It was super muggy and a steady wind was in my face. Preparations for the arrival of hurricane Irene were visible here and there. The tennis bubble in East Potomac Park had been deflated. I think this is a shame because I've always wanted to see what one of those suckers looks like when it is airborne. Oh well, another time. As it is, it looks like a giant came along and was preparing to fold his bed linens.
Across the street the Firehook Bakery took advantage of the sandbags provided by the city. This is pretty typical for shops along this street. I hope it does some good.
Good luck all you East Coasters. Let's hope Irene is as interesting and innocuous as the Mineral Virginia earthquake earlier this week.