So, as it turns out, dog parks and children are a major hot-button issue. I received more than a fair share of e-mail from both sides of the argument about Arlington County's idea to ban kids from dog parks, and they were all quite vociferous. I'll read a couple of the letters I got on today's live chat, and we shall most definitely discuss.
There used to be a time when Metro station names were designed to be simple. If you looked at a neighborhood, you named the stop after the place or something close to it — that was it. Nowadays, every college and memorial has to be included in station names, and the entire operation is becoming too cumbersome. As the transit system expands west, the powers that be are considering getting their moniker situation under control. The Post's Katie Rogers wants to know, how would you rename these five Metro stations?
The '90s were a rather annoying decade for a kid named Clinton. The number of cornball jokes I endured from
hilarious unfunny people is impossible to calculate. But, the only redeeming educational value from that presidential era is quite scientific: I was forced to learn about DNA. Now, the embattled ex-IMF chief Dominique Strauss-Kahn is facing claims that his deoxyribonucleic acid was found on the shirt of a maid he was accused of sexually assaulting a week ago. This is all a little too "CSI" for my taste. Ick.
The Shops at Georgetown Park mall is a complete shadow of its former self. The partially underground facility used to be at least a marginally popular/viable location, but these days is somewhat of a relic. Case in point: The space that used to house FAO Schwartz has most recently been home to the National Pinball Museum. And now, as The Post's Lori Aratani reports, even that is shutting down.
Full disclosure: I couldn't name one song written by Bob Dylan. Today is his 70th birthday and music scribes around the world have spent major time documenting his undeniable contributions to the culture. The Post's Click Track offers up a nice look back into the archives on what's been written about Dylan over the years, and Slate's John Dickerson offers quite an interesting look at the legacy of a man he refers to as "the changeling who has changed our lives."
Freddy Adu is back, for now. The soccer virtuoso who played at The Heights before his ascent to mediocrity with D.C. United got a miraculous call-up to the U.S. national team for a friendly against the best team in the world and the CONCACAF Gold Cup, which was a flat out stunner in my newsroom yesterday. I got no problems with the kid, but I never thought he would get anything remotely close to another chance to play under the flag. Steven Goff reports.
• I'm black, and I'm on Twitter. I'll just quote The Root's Elon James White to break down why the Twitterbox is super popular in the black community. White says: "It's time to stop dissecting black folks' every move on the social networking site. Not everything has to be an anthropological study."
• I love goofy smuggler stories. Some guy tried to bring nearly 90 pounds of sheep meat through Dulles Airport on his way to Seattle. This story is hilarious for many reasons. One, he had it in 15 different bags. Two? THE MEAT WAS ALREADY COOKED.
• Joakim Noah of the Chicago Bulls dropped a homophobic slur on a fan and was fined $50K. That's not nearly enough.
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