erin mccann |Verified account

oh SPEAKING OF GHOSTS, here is a story, from when i lived in DC.

I just tried to google the name of the bookstore to start this thread off right, but i can't find it. It was on 12th or so, between Penn Ave and E Street. Halfway between the old Barns and Noble and where Olssons used to be in the place that became a noodle shop.

I went full-on history nerd when i lived in DC, and have rarely been so happy. @buschap and I would eat at Wok n Roll so often that they started preparing our meals before we sat down. (It was formerly the boarding house where Booth stayed.)

Anyway, so i walk into this bookstore, which happened to be two blocks away from Ford's Theatre, and pick up this book on a whim. Walk up the block to a starbucks to start reading.

weird coincidence one: it's April 14. The anniversary of the lincoln assassination. (which, ok, is silly, because that's PROBABLY why the book was on an endcap in the first place, because DC was full of nerdos.)

after an hour or two of reading, it's still early evening, and i start to walk home. Walk a single block and then woah wait

Dude dressed like John Wilkes Booth is StANDING IN FRONT OF ME.