Funny thing happened Tuesday night. After a thirty minute "core" workout, which really consisted of myself trying to hide behind my classmates exercise balls to avoid ridicule from the instructor (who knows my name and is apparently not afraid to call out individuals in class, a slightly masochistic form of motivation).
Upon returning to my neighborhood I noticed a ball of flames on the side of the road. The police confirmed my suspicion, it was an intentional fire. A witness said that they saw two people running away from the car just before it exploded.
Centreville...who would have guessed?
I went downtown today to check out how people are reacting to the latest round of Middle East violence. I drove by the Embassy of Israel yesterday and not a soul was there. I was surprised by the size of the crowd today, and by the fact that no shoes were thrown onto the lawn as the caravan passed by 1600 Pa. Avenue.
