Who Loves the Sun?

It's so hot outside, in fact, that the G.p server melted, no joke, taking it with it all the thrilling content I've posted since last week. You'll have to content yourself with a couple things I wrote for this week's City Paper: first, an appreciation of Herb White, an arts patron, restaurateur, and founder of DCAC, a guy who left a large footprint in the District. For the appreciation, I focused on the places on the places he shaped in the city, so look for a map with a story about his patronage. For more about the man's life, the Washington Post's obit is here.

Also in this week's edition, I've got an item on Strictly Painting. Which made for my annual adventure into North Virginia. This time, I carefully copied down the one-two punch of Metro and city bus directions that would take me from home to hinterlands, but then, five steps into the furnace called outside, I called Charles and asked to commandeer his car. Wheels with A/C: score! Driving in NoVA: problematic! After the McLean exit failed to materialize (and signs for Manassas appeared), I bailed for Vienna. (Having been lost there during my last adventure, it was the devil I knew.) After taking the exit and dialing up my GPS system, I found my way to McLean, with a brief pit stop at Jamming Ja-va, which is known to your correspondent to serve the best chili in town. Pork and tomatillo. See the painting show and make a day of it.