The “Coming Soon” sign went up within the past 24 hours on the curved building that sits at the intersection of 18th, Columbia and Adams Mill. That building, incidentally, is about 100 steps from my front door. For a second I thought, “Kinko’s? ENNNNCHHH.” I’d been hoping for something cool or quaint and Kinko’s—although stocked with a wealth of lovely balloon- or puppy-bordered printer paper and only slightly ridiculously overpriced office supplies—counts as neither.
Then I remembered that I’m getting married this year and that in the next few months I’ll have to mail out 120 save-the-date cards, 120 invitations, and get a garbage load of useless paper favor cards, menus, and such printed. So really at least for the next 10 months I’m thinking, “Kinko’s? Hells yeah! Bring on the complete corporate whoring of one of D.C.’s last largely indie-ruled neighborhoods!”
*Travel tip: If you’ve never payed attention while walking past that building, stop at the center set of front doors and look up the stairwell. There’s a beautiful big stained glass window at the top of the stairs dividing the commercial spaces. Be sure to peek at it now, as I’m assuming that window will be demolished when the Banana Republic or California Tortilla makes its inevitable arrival.