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To some, the Hill is a frightening place. Especially this time of year. And we’re not talking about fear of the candy-seeking crowds that stream down East Capitol Street , the spiders at C and 13th, SE or even the spots visited with Walking Schtick tours.
Georgetown has the steps on M Street, featured in the super scary Exorcist. Sixteenth Street has the Masonic temple, site of a very scary naked man in Dan Brown’s latest best seller (yes, it’s absolutely terrifying that I know that). And of course we have Congressional Cemetery, but read on to find out what makes THIH-ers hairs stand on end.
Nichole: according to other THIH-ers, Nichole is fearful of losing her mayorship of Tunnicliff’s, should she ever regain it, butterflies, birds and mass transit. But above all, she’s afraid of running out of bourbon.
Maria: I am afraid of the rival cabals of nannies at the park, and that they are secretly planning to take over the world, or at least talking about me behind my back in French or Spanish. I also fear that hipsters are really government experiments on tolerable levels of ridiculousness gone awry, and that they, too, will take over the world and cut off the circulation in our legs with jeggings and force fedoras on everyone. Finally, I am afraid of being taken too seriously in my fears.
Liz: I am fearful that my lime jello mold with marshmallows and maraschinos dotted along the top won’t set because I am along a special spirit pathway vortex running East North East of Lincoln Park, over an Indian gravesite and through all the planned CaBi bike stand unit areas ..
Kyra: I’m terrified of the kids at the park when school lets out. I’m terrified of the Virginians parking on my street at night to go to the bars. I’m terrified of Liz and her crazy stories about human death farms.
David: I’m afraid of everything that happens in the Capitol.
Kate: I’m terrified of the shopaholic easily wooed new mom spirit who occasionally posses me as I walk down 7th near Dawn Price and Monkey’s Uncle. Oh, and the ANC, political and chicken diatribes on the Hill East listserve and requests for pediatrician and house cleaner recommendations on MOTH.
Tim: I fear, that one day my latent procrastination will raise up and throttle me. I should really do something about that. Starting
tomorrow.
Sharee: I fear my bike getting stolen from the Eastern Market metro (again) or out of my basement (again).
Amber: I am, in all honesty, very afraid of the groups of 8th graders/Close Up participants who crowd the food courts and take over the memorials and monuments. They are loud and fast and have no concept of personal space. (And I always fear they think I’m old & frumpy).
Jon: I am afraid of Tea Partiers who come to the Hill but who themselves are afraid of the Hill. I am also afraid that the pickle vendor at Eastern Market will some day run out of pickles.
What are you afraid of?