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About six weeks ago, I noticed that a card table had somehow ended up in Rock Creek. Every morning I ride past this card table, trying to construct arguments for its poignancy. Is it the symbolic meeting of unstoppable force (creek) and immovable object (card table)? The inevitability of change (creek) versus the transient vanities of man (card table)? The imminent end of the poker craze (card table in creek)?
I’ve decided it’s just poignant, and it’s getting more so every day.