A Look for Life

Last night at an office happy hour at the Banana Cafe down there in Capitol Hill, I had the treat of being regaled with a slightly drunken story of how one of my co-workers had once sported a monocle. Yes, a monocle. She was 8. Apparently, she has terrible vision in one eye, and so she got this idea in her head that she would prance around with a monocle. Of course her mother refused. When Christmas time rolled around, all the 8 year-old wanted was a bike and a monocle. She got the bike. Then her crazy uncle gave her a monocle. Then she rode her bike while wearing the monocle.

In some ways I am really going to miss this place.