Blimp, part two, and Baseball
Thursday, September 30th, 2004Dang if I wasn’t followed by the spy blimp from my apartment to my bus stop. Or rather, the putt-putt-putting blimp was rounding up from Capitol Hill and heading up P Street in the same direction as my bus.
And there it was, over Georgetown when I got out from work. Odd, but perhaps it […]

