After reading my piece on K Street today, an 84-year-old woman called to share her memories of living at a boarding house at 1929 K St. NW in the 1940s.
“Everybody had front yards with iron fences,” says Georgia Bentley, who now lives in Rockville. “Young people sat on front balconies. We danced in the street. We had a marvelous time.”
K Street’s changed since then. As I write in my article the street now hosts:
“Parking garages. Bank after bank. Mediocre lunch spots. And above: the suite life — hives of office space, renting for as much as $61 per square foot (only Pennsylvania Avenue is more expensive), crammed with accountants and consultants and regulatory commissions and law firms with names that read like a roll call at a New England boarding school. K Street could be renamed ‘Limited Liability Way.’”
Tell us how you experience the corridor today (we’re talking Ninth through 22nd streets NW). Tweet your impressions and definitions of K using the hashtag #RealKStreet. Take Instagrams using the same hashtag to show us the weird/ugly/lovely crannies of K. See the stream of images below.