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Thursday-morning ritual before entering the Capitol South Metro station: get a fresh, finger-smearing Washington City Paper. Once, twice, three times up and down the newsstand. Nothing but that new tabloid crap in the City Paper box. Wait! That ain’t no tabloid crap! It is the City Paper! It just looks different!

So there I ponder in my Capitol Hill vanity, tricked-out like some high-priced White House intern lawyer, wondering if this will crush my college-educated appearance by toting what looks to be a tabloid. What the hell; I took it, quickly folded over the cover, and boarded the train, covertly reading it so as to not let others think I was from Alabama—which I am.

So, what about the Lewinsky article? Oh, I didn’t read it; but, Trans Am is playing at the 9:30 Club March 14…

Capitol Hill

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