Blimp, part two, and Baseball

Dang 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 might lend its identity to the new-but-who-cares baseball team that we’re evidently in dire need of.

Either that or call the team the Washington Black Squirrels (which we have many of).

By Scott Wells

Scott Wells, 46, is a Universalist Christian minister doing Universalist theology and church administration hacks in Washington, D.C.

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