Friday, October 06, 2006
Yesterday the chair of the history department and I went out to lunch at Breadline, a sandwich shop so fancy that they bake their own bread. As we approached the line to order our food, a black Lincoln Navigator with police lights pulled to the curb. Mayor Anthony Williams and his bodyguard alighted from the behemoth, and took their place in the queue directly ahead of us.
We tried to engage Williams in conversation. He did not make eye contact. He mumbled a mere "hello," then returned to a solitude he seems able to gather around himself even in a thronged shop, waiting in line for lunch. There was something about his aloofness that seemed inscrutably sad.
PS The clouds scudding over the District are dumping wind-driven rain. Because the water feature in my office has been turned on again, the Shriner on my sill is as morose as he has ever been. Yet now he makes me think of the downcast mayor.