It was fortunate that I had already been out on a long run before we heard about the shooting in Orlando, since otherwise I would have given up exercise altogether. We went to the Pride festival downtown and ordered some fried chicken from a food truck, and a biscuit that tasted like there was honey baked into the middle. For dinner we went to Hank’s Oyster Bar, an old favorite off 17th Street, and I ordered as many cold foods as I could: Watermelon with feta, tuna tartar, Chesapeake oysters.

(Photo: Brookside Gardens, summer.)

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