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Now you know I wasn’t gonna let this go by and not mention anything. Fran O’Brien’s Stadium Steak House on 16th Street has been the place to be for wounded service members returning from the war(s). The restaurant bends over backwards to bring in the wounded Americans, by volunteers van, carrying them down the stairs, helping them in their wheelchairs. The restaurant owners, Marty O’Brien and Hal Koster, know the returning men and women by name and call them even when they’re not at the bar.
The restaurant has become a quiet legend among the returning wounded. But the Hilton wants the sanctuary to go quiet for good.
It’s crazy how in life, little, well, in this case, big things, don’t seem to mean anything until they’re no longer around. Sometimes life can become such a routine that we don’t even notice the objects, the memories, the moments until we can’t have them anymore.
How can anyone live in Washington, DC, and not love the Washington Redskins? More than that, who can live here and not love Darrell Green? One of the most beloved of all Redskins, Darrell Green burst onto the scene when as a rookie, he hauled Tony Dorsett of the Cowboys down on Monday Night Football.
Just as the dust begins to settle from the Washington Nationals’ stadium battle royal, looks like another stadium is headed to Washington, DC, in the Anacostia area. Only this one probably won’t have the hoopla involved.
When I first moved to Washington, DC, home was Capitol Hill. Just two blocks from Barracks Row, I became a regular to all the businesses and restaurants there, especially Ellington’s on Eighth, Banana Café and Marty’s. And there was no other place to grab a bottle of spirits than Chat’s Liquor.
After spending the week out and about for the Cherry Blossom Festivities, I couldn’t help but to wonder why people would throw their trash just about anywhere they pleased. You see the beauty of the cherry blossoms, the majesty of the monuments, the trees, the kids, the everything; and people wanna litter? Well, I will admit that just about every single trash can I saw was way past capacity! Maybe the city should’ve put out more trash cans.
When I first moved to Washington, DC, everyone was telling me about how much of a risk I was taking. All I heard about was how Washington, DC, is a huge ghetto, infested with sexual assaults and homicides, broad daylight robberies, prostitution, psychopaths, homelessness and everything else that would keep a sane person out.