I kid you not, reading this as a large gaggle flies over noisily. The timing is UNCANNY
I just ran into him again and he filled in the details. Wow. Thank goodness for happy endings. And yes, hard to find bigger dog lovers.❤️
Also, THEY are the great neighbors. And fwiw, your father was out here helping to ease worried minds and it went a long way, for me anyway.
100 percent!
I’m double checking with my neighbor now but she JUST texted.
I just got word that our neighbor was found! No other details but long day of worrying and looking ended with great news. Thank you everyone who shared the post!
No, I’m sorry
MISSING! My 80yo neighbor Virginia “Ginny” Richards last seen today (March 5) at 4am. Please call 703-746-4444 if you see her. Providing a better, updated photo here.
Yes. On foot since around 4am.
Del Ray and Alexandria friends, one of my across the street neighbors is missing. Please share with local friends and neighbors.
Thank you! It was a fun day!
WHAT!?!
In Stafford since 6:30am with the Alexandria Titans swimmers racing in the State Champs. Cast my vote for @timladerach.bsky.social online just now between prelims and finals. What a world!
It was even funnier when he used the “keep you guessing” line a second time
Thank you so much for this! Forwarding it to neighbors. It’s so helpful.
Finland would like a word.
On it! Getting the rest of the household on it as well.
Bad Bunny’s beautiful and joyful portrayal of Puerto Rico stands on the shoulders of Kendrick Lamar’s love letter to Compton last year.
Watching the biggest performance in the world become a representation of real people in real, American places is beautiful. #SuperBowl
This is a love song to what the Latino community brings to the US - protest in art in its purest form and its widely entertaining. Well done all the way around.
Yes, Gayle is encouraging everyone to come out and support the vendors
Imagine pulling in to Warwick Village and expecting to find five open spots… on a regular day let alone when we’re all moving ice mountains.
I planned to but then I hacked away at the ice on my driveway and my neighbors’ sidewalk for three hours and I’m fried. Sending my regrets. Sorry we couldn’t carpool.
Core memory: piles of The Washington Post Sunday edition stacked in my garage that I had to bag, load into the family wheelbarrow, and walk around the neighborhood in the dark morning hours. I love the paper, still subscribe to daily delivery and feel sick today.
Having grown up on The Washington Post, and even delivered the Sunday edition out of a wheelbarrow when I filled in for a local carrier, this is how it feels. Absolute heartbreak.
Is that a sign for a see-saw?!
This is the BEST explanation I have seen so far.
I was JUST telling a DC friend this last night as I recounted how hard it was to clear the sidewalks and ice from the cars and driveway. He compared it to our major blizzards, and I was like two feet of snow is EASY! This ice/sleet/frozen snow was some evil kind of bullshit!
