Rad things I saw this past week.

Ah, nostalgia....as comforting as hot chocolate on a brisk Sunday morning and cheesy as the bottom of a plate of half eaten nachos.

1) On Wednesday around 11:15 am, a flat bed truck carrying a silver DeLorean rocketed past me somewhere in the vicinity of Dupont Circle and McPherson Square in DC. I immediately thought how much I could have won if I placed $500 on the Giants to win the Superbowl in September of 2007.

2) While running in Rock Creek Park on Saturday morning I passed by a guy wearing a St. Olaf College hooded sweatshirt. As a die-hard fan of the Golden Girls (what?), I was tempted to ask him if he had any "Back in St. Olaf..." stories like Betty White used to have. Unfortunately I was out of breath and he probably couldn't tell a Rose Nyland from a Blanche Devereaux any way (what?).

3) Sunday at around 5:00pm walking down Wisconsin Avenue in the heart of Georgetown, a Corvette convertible (with top down), driven by a gray haired man probably in his 50s, was blaring an unmistakable mid 80s Madonna hit. As my friend noted upon seeing this... "That guy just doesn't give a shit."