When I moved to Washington, I was told jokingly that you became a “native” after six years and a day, which sounds like a conflation of a prison sentence and a senator’s term.
That day is today.
Personal and cultural reflections, plus the District of Columbia and some Esperanto
When I moved to Washington, I was told jokingly that you became a “native” after six years and a day, which sounds like a conflation of a prison sentence and a senator’s term.
That day is today.
And may I say, you’re a credit to the place.
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