If you've found your way here, you already know the song — and likely still remember the smell of the refectory on a wet November morning.

Our corner of the country holds more Edwardians than you might guess. Barristers and baristas. Back-benchers and back-end engineers. Teachers, medics, a chef in Old Town, a cellist at the Kennedy Center.

The DMV chapter exists for the ordinary things. A seat at a long table. A reason to wear the scarf. A phone call when a classmate takes a new job, buries a parent, or finally finishes the book.