After a fabulous wet-pants-free flight from Minneapolis to Baltimore - and by train to D.C. I connected with Jake outside outside of Union Station. What I at first thought was a Welcome to D.C. police escort turned out to be some kind of sweet police emergency involving a guy with a shotgun and samurai sword. I was so disappointed. But we made up for it by hanging out at a pretty darn good Irish pub for the evening. Three beers later and it's only 6:30 PT!