Ted Meinhover Tedericco

DC Damage Report

Yes, the mixed blessings of a Monday morning. Coasting down the hill, past the old Dumbarton mansion, t he sun slicing through a chilly, clean haze, there is so much hope in the world. Nothing holds us back, nothing but our own fear and our on apathy and inaction.

Crossing the bridge, into the city, and the first smell of old trash, an old man in rags shouting at no one in particular is a frightful reminder of lost human  potential and of the sacrafice of hopes and dreams and grand things in the face of a daunting reality.