Bethesda, MD: The Promised Land?

James likes to call it the People's Republic of Maryland, but going to work this morning, I saw a different side of Maryland. Smiling young men were selling copies of the newspaper for a dime outside the station. Sure, it was The Washington Times, the only newspaper that sucks more than The Washington Post, but it was such a thoughtful gesture. I stopped at a Starbucks for a decaf coffee, and had to use the restroom. It was clean, and there was a bouquet of flowers on the toilet tank. I had to check the sign on the door twice. It really was the men's room. Could Bethesda, Maryland really be the promised land, a surburb full of green pastures, and cold spring water?