<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - John Kelly</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/metro/columns/kellyjohn?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><description>John Kelly</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[Stopping By for a Nice Chat]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A7861-2005Apr21.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A7861-2005Apr21.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Every Friday at 1 p.m. finds me sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen. There's nothing unusual about this. I spend a lot of time sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen. What's different about Fridays is that people are staring back.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bridges Carry Bits of History Along With the Traffic]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A1129-2005Apr19.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A1129-2005Apr19.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Most of the bridges that carry us over the moister parts of our region are named after people or things we recognize.]]></description><author> John F. Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Ticket for Trouble at Home]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6169-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6169-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[ That bloodcurdling scream you heard Monday afternoon was My Lovely Wife's reaction upon learning that my friend Steve had invited me to a Nationals game at RFK that night.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Old Friends and Familiar Strangers]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A2925-2005Apr19.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A2925-2005Apr19.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[  Okay, all of you eager-beaver high school students out there, all of you honor roll types with political aspirations who want to "make a difference" by running for SGA president, consider this: If you are successful, you will never be able to leave high school behind. Ever.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Meeting the Microscopic Enemy]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A64461-2005Apr18.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A64461-2005Apr18.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Standing on the roof of Building 512 at Walter Reed's Forest Glen annex, a lab-coated    Susan Kosisky  casts her eyes over Washington in springtime.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Answer Man: At Home in the Cemetery]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61580-2005Apr17.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61580-2005Apr17.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[     For your many readers who commute up and down North Capitol Street: There's a very elaborate, redbrick crypt (mausoleum?) that was erected in Rock Creek Cemetery a while ago. This week a very large crane installed a copper roof and golden dome on the edifice, which is on the far north end of the cemetery. Could you find out who is  --  or is going to be  --  buried there? It really sticks out among the sedate granite and marble of the other markers.  ]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tales From the Haunted Accountants]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A55020-2005Apr14.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A55020-2005Apr14.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[  Do not be afraid of those tense, sleep-deprived people you've seen on the street recently  --  scurrying to and from work at odd hours or nipping out for a quick sandwich, their eyes blinking in the sunshine.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sex and the Wrong City]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A51642-2005Apr13.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A51642-2005Apr13.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[  Did you hear about the pandas in San Diego? That's right: They mated. Twice. In their favorite spot.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Death and Destruction, Just for Practice]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A48125-2005Apr12.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A48125-2005Apr12.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[ You may have missed the news about the twin terrorist attacks that killed thousands last week in Connecticut and New Jersey, but    John Davison  had a front-row seat.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Making Change at the Jewelry Store]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A45308-2005Apr11.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A45308-2005Apr11.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[  The thief strolled into Westfield Shoppingtown Annapolis unnoticed. He (or maybe she) walked past the Piercing Pagoda and Lady Foot Locker. Perhaps he grabbed an egg roll at Panda Express and went over his criminal plan, probing it for weaknesses. Convinced that it was foolproof  --  it had worked before, hadn't it?  --  he wiped the duck sauce from his lips, then patted his pockets to make sure he had what he needed.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[An Artful Stop for Metro]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A42669-2005Apr10.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A42669-2005Apr10.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[     Every morning while passing through the New York Avenue-Florida Avenue-Gallaudet U Metro station on my way downtown I see the tip of what appears to be a giant metal maple leaf stuck to the outside of the station. Is it a maple leaf, and if so, what in the world is it doing on the side of a Metro station? ]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Going Far for Someone Close]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A35725-2005Apr7.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A35725-2005Apr7.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[  More coincidences that will have you humming "It's a Small World After All":]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Few Trips Around a Small World]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A32722-2005Apr6.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A32722-2005Apr6.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[  Dozens of readers wrote me after my column on coincidences, on how we can be sitting on a beach in Central America or on an airplane over the Atlantic only to find ourselves next to a friend from high school or an old workmate. Sometimes it isn't anyone we know, but someone who knows someone we know.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Branching Out in the Art World]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A28375-2005Apr5.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A28375-2005Apr5.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[ "This is my rose and topiary house,"    Dianne Cina  says as she turns the knob on a greenhouse door. We step inside, and suddenly it's no longer a dreary, chilly late-March day in a Washington desperate for spring.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Cold Day, a Hot Dog  --  and Baseball!]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A26546-2005Apr4.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A26546-2005Apr4.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[  I have been warmer at some Redskins games than I was at Sunday's exhibition game between the Nationals and the New York Mets at RFK Stadium.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Answer Man: Attack of the Killer Moths]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A23880-2005Apr3.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A23880-2005Apr3.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[    Some years ago, we were all warned about the invasion of the dreaded gypsy moth, the scourge of the hardwood forest. We were doomed unless we put wide layers of tape around the trunks of all of our trees at the right time of year to stop the larvae from climbing into the trees, where they would consume all of the leaves and kill the tree. And so we wrapped our tree trunks in inverted duct tape  --  no easy task  --  to catch the larvae. I never caught one; others may have.  ]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Game?]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A17341-2005Mar31.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A17341-2005Mar31.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[  At bat today: more worthy entries from our Washington Nationals poetry contest. Remember that these poems are best when read out loud, ideally while holding a daffodil in one hand and an overpriced ballpark beer in the other.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Game of Inches and Iambic Feet]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A14381-2005Mar30.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A14381-2005Mar30.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[ The preparatory slap of a fist into the palm of a leather baseball glove. The crack of ball on wood. The paradiddle of a runner's feet pounding the dirt on the way to first base.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mixing Love and Baseball]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A11312-2005Mar29.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A11312-2005Mar29.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[   When she was a 15-year-old student at McKinley Tech in the District,    Kate Sunday  fell in love with a Washington Senators batboy.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Giving a Voice to Reflux]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A8254-2005Mar28.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A8254-2005Mar28.html?nav=rss_metro/columns/kellyjohn</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:53:44 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[ Sometime tonight,    Ashlee Simpson  will take to the stage at DAR Constitution Hall. You may remember her as the teenybopper songstress who outraged the nation after a flubbed performance on "Saturday Night Live" seemed to suggest she was lip-syncing.]]></description><author> John Kelly</author></item></channel></rss>