Kreisberg - Our Dead Homie Found

Found Kreisberg's tree in Lafayette Park in DC the other day. It is in the corner closest to Quesada and Broadbranch. It is a sapling, with a little rectangular plate that says "In memory of Robin Kreisberg."

Me, Keith and Karin(his German girlfriend)made it with a pack of Milwaukee's Best. We drank to his spirit and poured Best on the tree (and probably killed it). Karin was a good sport, being attacked by mosquitoes as she took photos. Hint to Lux: this is the one.

We felt kind of ridiculous in this neighborhood of little children and small animals to be hanging and drinking at pale evening in Lafayette Park. We thought of how funny it would be if the DC cops told "us kids" to get moving, then seeing our rapidly graying hair and being confused.

I can remember when I came down from NJ with Tony Rotelli. We were driving down to New Orleans for fall semester. We stopped at DC and went to a party that backed onto the park. I asked Tony later if he liked my friends.

"How could anyone not like those guys?" he said. He had been given the Brewski Brothers reception, which was essentially brewski brotherhood for all, almost all the time.

I also remember one stupid time drinking up there where there were a group of younger guys there as well. We traded insults until I heard a voice I knew. It was Christian Therouex, brother of the now film-actor Justin Theroeux.

The Boog had somehow got the idea that he was a tough guy in the face of totally peaceful, overeducated Upper Northwest youth. After I left, he apparently egged them on in his weird and completely unfounded and manifestly absurd belief (try Foxhall Road next time).

Not that it matters now. So long as he treats Erin right.

Back to the present. We came down the hill and into the alley between Quesada and Patterson to show Karina the wonders of Supercanning. We ran right into Scott McLeod's mother. Keith and her bantered a bit. Kreisberg's mother's light was on, but we were being eaten alive by mosquitoes and so split.

Karin asked how the neighborhood produced so many writers, actors, musicians, and designers. Keith said we were just too stupid to know that investment banking was the ticket.

But it was a good question. I lived just over the Western Ave. border where everyone did go into investment banking. In just a few blocks, everything changed to Chevy Chase, DC liberalism.

Interesting question. Maybe the foundation for an article.