…as I do, go have a pop at Harrington House.  Terrific holiday vibe.

When I worked at Forbes Magazine one million year ago, my co-worker J would ask, “Ann Marie, wanna go have a pop?” She meant a stiff drink. (Is there any other kind?)

Another thing she’d say, every time a cop car whizzed by on 12th Street with its siren blaring, which was often:

“Ann Marie, your ride’s here.”