More crap weather for D.C. is on the way. First comes an overnight ice storm that will surely turn the morning commute into the prologue of a Stephen King novel, then a weekend storm that will give the National Capital Region just enough of a dusting to bring life to a standstill.
The ice should be especially fun.
Truman agrees, channeling Robert Van Winkle through his furry paws.
“Yo VIP,” he says, “let’s kick it.”