WASHINGTON — It is that sane and glorious time when the nation’s capital dispenses its human cargo to places of origin and locations of respite.
“I don’t know why everyone leaves,” I remarked to my neighbor. “There’s so much great parking.” (Don’t muddle; it’s a joke.)
Kathleen ParkerThere is, indeed, great parking, as well as less traffic. With the political contingent largely gone, the Hill is as quiet as a morning after, and “normal” people are dining out.
Most awesome: One has time to think.
August, often viewed as the end of things – summer, vacation, camp and children underfoot – marks for Washingtonians the arrival of peace. The usual, rapid chatter becomes a low, slow hum. Fewer sirens stab the air, and the ever-present helicopters finally buzz off.