If I moved the desk in my hotel room, opened the curtains all the way, and squashed my head against the window, I had a pretty good view of the Washington Monument. If not I had to settle for railroad tracks and office buildings.
Self-involved Friday linkage goodness:
Gawker thinks the street sign name changes are worthy.
Jake lowers his photographic standards and includes a picture of me.
I keep putting great-great-grandfather Vincent's 1864 diary online.
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