Bethesda vs.

Not to sneer, but I'm in Bethesda now at 7:30 on a Sunday evening to see a play. Dark as a graveyard the place is. The shops are closed, the restaurants are quiet. Even the Starbucks is shut. Actually, in my Penn Quarter neighborhood, the Starbucks is shut, too. But the cupcakery still spreads its aromas; donuts are still dunkin'. There is a bolero in Jaleo, and Rosa Mexicano glitters bright. Once the show is over, I will will slip away from the dark, back into the light.