44, part four
At Jaleo, the next president was easy for James. Twenty-six was Teddy Roosevelt, and as soon as I said the name James was on his feet. “Parks! Woodley Park! The Zoo Bar!”
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44, part three
We were in Chadwick’s, Georgetown, and still on Heineken. Like every bar in Georgetown, there was a pervasive atmosphere of evil and inhumanity. “Twenty.” James said into his bottle. “Um…” “Uh-oh!” “Oh, Garfield.”
44, part two
James leaned close to my ear: “Fifteen?” “Buchanan.” “Penn State. Single.” “Yep.” “Singles club?” “No. Please.” “Pennsylvania Avenue?” “701. Mo’s Bar.” James leaned back. “Expensive.” “Yep. You’re paying.”
44, part one
“This is life in Washington, DC: Moo! I am a cow!” “What?” “Moo! Cows live in DC!” My old college buddy James was on the floor, under the table, screaming over the oppressive jukebox and pounding the underside of the …
Sunday Archive XVIII: Korean (James outtake)
From February of 2007, this is a complete article that I never got around to posting for some reason. Again, though this is more coherent than the others, this is a “James” article and was written with the intent of …
Sunday Archive XIV: Another James Outtake
Here’s another draft starring the recurring James character. Lots of these were more just random episodes that I typed out for use in proper articles. A short one, and I have no idea if it found a way into any …