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Feels like Mississippi...

Hard to forget my home state when the air is as sticky as it is in Mississippi! Yeesh, isn't it supposed to be cooler here! :)

I hardly wore button-downs and never wore ties in Jackson. That attire just seems to make things hotter. Upon exiting Broadcast House (yeah, the building has that on the outside - dwarfed by the 4-story glass exterior but it's on there), I have a daily ritual of ridding myself of the tie. Although I enjoy my 5-block stroll, the workday is done - lose the tie, man!

This past weekend marked my first time of navigating the streets of Maryland and being in DC truly alone. The in-laws are away for the week. As directionally challenged as I can be, I've actually got a clue where to get around Laurel. The drive to the Metro station is a snap, and I've officially become a Metro commuter as of today - dropped off clothes to be dry cleaned in DC and brought them back on the train. Quaint, aye? :)

Now, that I've completed other errands for the week, there's two Thai places on my walk to work and one of them must be tried for dinner. Last Saturday would've been perfect for such a meal but I ran out of time. Gorgeous day...spotted a spotless tan 240D Benz (probably an '82 as my former)...passed a cream-colored Bentley sitting at an Exxon station, and had a group of picketers across the street silently telling everyone that Taiwan's democracy was being murdered. Just another Saturday in the District...

The people at WUSA continue to be grateful of my being there and my responsiveness to issues seems to be dramatically more positive than what they were used to receiving. Obviously, the Lord had me at WJTV for a season for a reason...and I've clearly been prepared for these challenges.

Thanks for your continued friendship...

Stay tuned...

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