A walkable distance from my house is a somewhat happening place called Shirlington. It is just a couple blocks filled with restaurants, a theater, grocery store and more recently condos and more restaurants. My cousin refers to it as date-topia because on weekends it is filled with couples out on a date. “You can easily spot the married ones,” she says, “because they are the ones not talking to each other.”
One winter walk home after a night out with friends, I headed for the path that meanders along with overgrown trees, a creek, a huge dog park and industrial buildings in the distance. High above the trees one building stood out in the cold darkness. Actually it was just the sign. In bright lights is spelled out elf Storage. I laughed out loud. It my own holiday moment that perhaps I enjoyed too much on my way home. I though maybe someone was trying to be funny, but for weeks the elf storage was shining brightly at night long after the holiday.