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Good morning Georgetown, here’s the latest:
This week, friend of GM and fellow Georgetown blogger, Carol Joynt, published her first book. It’s a memoir of her life, particularly her life after her husband, Howard Joynt, died and left her in serious trouble with the IRS.
At the center of the book is the story of Nathans. And GM’s going to take this chance to look back on his coverage of the demise of that neighborhood institution. After getting some of your memories stoked, go out and pick up a copy of Carol’s book.
GM wasn’t around Georgetown for Nathan’s glory days, but a couple years ago he dug up an odd little snippet of those days:
Canadian Club hid a case of its liquor somewhere in the District. Where was it?
Start at a place that was named for America’s most important city. See where a bark takes you. From there, go to what you can’t miss. When you have arrived, face in the direction of a past scandal that was uncovered and made public. Turn in the opposite direction and make tracks for a nearby Metro station. Ride three stops.
Come up and then find the way to a famous ending. Continue in the most obvious direction, when you know the time is right. Before it’s too late, head for the nearest bridge that can take you over water. If it becomes impossible to continue in a straight line, go toward a body of water and find a spot with three banks. From the highest bank, go in the direction of a bridge. When you’ve reach it, walk back 100 paces and you’ll be right over the hidden treasure: a whole case of Canadian Club.
It’s all yours if you’re first to find the person in charge and say, “C.C. please” with feeling.
So where was that case of Canadian Club?