My Penciled-In Life by Eric Green


In March 1861, Abraham Lincoln rode a train all night from Springfield, Illinois to Washington, D.C. to become the 16th President of the United States. Eons later, I drove in my car from Indiana to Washington, D.C. to not become the next President of the United States. You hear that Washington is the place where people come to change the world. Then there are those who arrive here and D.C.’s world and swirl changes them, for better or worse. Writing from the caverns of the Deep State, let me offer a perspective about D.C. that I wasn’t expecting to find when I entered the Nation’s Capital. Read the story about a guy, the good, the bad, and the very bad, who comes to D.C. and encounters both the city’s upper and lower crusts and where he might meet them in the middle of that American pie.