Regina

The sun sets out the window and the skyline lights up, the flag on the rooftop across the way wiggles in the wind and the Washington monument is an enormous sentry, just to the left. Take a step back, and a black and white photo of it sits against the wall, portrait and subject looking at each other through a pane of glass.

    Calvert mews, Guilford hops around on his three legs.

    Regina is heating up the soup in the kitchen.

    She shows me pictures on her digital camera of things she’s seen looking down into the park, says she used to snap shots at one bench all day long- caught all different people and things in one tiny frame. It’ll be a book or a blog that Regina calls, “I just live here!”

    We watch a documentary:  The Battle of Chernobyl

    I met her at a mixer for Baltimore real estate agents and lenders.

    She sends me emails with subject lines like “New Nuclear Reactor in Our Backyard.”