A few days ago, Charlie Hurt at the Washington Times wrote with nostalgia about the Washington Post of old, and particularly the "simple stories about mundane life that were so beautifully written. In those days, no one was better at that than the Washington Post."
One story I recall was about a crew of construction workers taking their lunch break during nice weather. They sat on a wall along a sidewalk and watched all the women professionals in pretty dresses and high heels walk by. My humble description of the story does not do it justice. But in the hands of one of the old giants of The Post's Style section, it was an absolute masterpiece. It was about human interaction at its most…
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