I’m starting to feel sorry for the guy almost.
So I’m in a cab heading to Georgetown with a cabbie who has been around long enough to remember when parts of Georgetown was ghetto, and we get talking about the mayor’s race. I say Fenty is young and cute. “Well, I don’t know about that,” he responds. He prefers Cropp, believes she’s knowledgeable and is on the right track. He thought Evans was running. He was vaguely aware of Johns and Brown. When I mentioned Orange, he said, “Orange is running for mayor?” Total surprise to him. I mentioned that Orange started running early and he did remember the cheap gas stunts that got Orange in the Post, but the whole running for mayor, new to him.