Dear Washington D.C.,


I think you’re great, I really do. But things aren’t going that well between us. I knew going into this relationship that it would be hard. Long distance is never a walk in the park, but our problems are greater than the few hours between us along I-95. I guess it all started in 1800 (I never said I didn’t hold a grudge). I thought I was doing a great job as our federal capital, but apparently your swamplands seemed more enticing at the time. You stole my thunder, D.C., and I haven’t been able to get past it.


I gained some solace recently when my hometown baseball team kicked your butt over. and over. and over. again. (You got lucky at yesterday’s game!) But now you’re back in my grill on Saturday for the 2nd Annual Inter-City StorySlam at the Free Library Festival. A bunch of your storytellers are gonna challenge some of mine. You would think we would bond over these shared experiences but they just seem to be driving us a part.


Ah D.C., I can’t quit you. But I can kick your ass. See you Saturday!


Hugs!
Philadelphia