Good morning, Washington. It’s going to be a mild, albeit cloudy end to the holiday weekend. Enjoy the gentle weather while it lasts -- Tuesday will usher in rain and once it departs temperatures will drop a good 10 degrees, reminding us that winter is just a few short weeks away.
The Sunday Morning Post
Watergate/Senior Safeway To Close in December
The Safeway grocery at the Watergate complex -- often referred to as the Senior Safeway due to its appeal to older residents who live in the complex -- will close on December 3, reports the Post's Jonathan O'Connell.
National Archives Digs Into Nixon Watergate Recording Gap
If you're an American history buff, you'll want to check out this video by the Nationals Archives, which details historians' efforts to try and figure out what President Richard Nixon and his chief of staff H.R. "Bob" Haldeman were talking about during an 18 1/2-minute gap in a recording made shortly after five men were arrested for breaking into the Watergate complex in 1972.
An Update on Watergate Residents vs. Trees
A few weeks ago we learned about a tree kerfuffle where uppity Watergate residents whined about the plan to plant sycamore trees, as it would ruin their views and destroy their property values. Now, we have an update following a February 3rd meeting of the National Capital Planning Commission. It's a bit unsatisfying.
Watergate Residents to NPS: Those Trees Ruin Our View
Oh Watergate residents. In today's privileged people complaining about ridiculous things story, we give you this: Watergate residents are petitioning the National Park Service to cut down trees along the Potomac. Because the trees ruin their views from their condos. And decrease their property values. And they live in the Watergate, don't you know.
Talking in the Dark: Frost/Nixon @ The Kennedy Center
At his Election-Eve chat at the Birchmere, Henry Rollins considered the post-presidential role of one George W. Bush. In Rollins's speculative, Bergman-movie vision of the Bushes' Golden years, they occupy a swank Houston condo, their suites situated on opposite sides of the long dining room where they take their silent meals together, the air so thick with tension it scares the help. Of course, pundits with loftier credentials than those of a punk singer-turned-storyteller will probably weigh in on this topic. Who is Hank Rollins to say what will happen to our sad president, whose nature and motives have already been examined by some of the sharpest journalistic minds of our generation? In such matters, Rollins is, as he freely admits, a lightweight.

