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Jim Harmon, Sabey's senior vice president of investments, was in Georgetown last week showing designs for the development to curious residents and business owners. As far as he's concerned, they're in full swoon. Not only are they not breaking up, they're not even in need of counseling, though he says the letter "had nothing in it that was helpful to the relationship."
Sabey Corp. may not be amused, but down the street at the Hangar Cafe, folks were loving it. Sarah Wordsworth says it could be "the best breakup letter ever." Owner Justin Taft (who opened the cafe in November) agreed that it was funny— and maybe fingered a concern on the minds of many merchants. "I'm a little nervous for my friends," he says. "Who they put into the new space will be an important factor."
Indeed, as the designs were being shown, who would be occupying the new space was a frequent and often testy question.
Curious onlooker: "Who's going in there?"
Sabey rep: "Could be a restaurant."
Onlooker: "We've got lots of those already."
Sabey: "...Or a coffee shop."
Onlooker: "We have one of those too."
You get the picture. As for who wrote the Dear John letter, nobody knows. One resident claims the writer prefers to remain anonymous, adding that "either you get the joke, or you don't. The neighborhood certainly gets it."