Trolls Redux

Once upon a time, folks lived in fear of trolls.  Cumbersome and ugly, these creatures could be found in remote caves with piles of questionable bones laying nearby. By the time I was a child, trolls had been relegated to fairy tales. This was my concept of a typical troll:

Circling back, modern day trolls function as malevolent entities again. No longer skulking in caves,  they hide on the internet, throwing up offensive tidbits like chum, hoping to deliberately provoke and disturb.

D.C.'s Comet Ping Pong, the pizza parlor with an imaginary underground dungeon, has withstood a particularly vicious onslaught of rumors. Despite it all, the ping pong tables remain busy with erratic young players and parents chasing after both balls and kids. Messages of support from young and old can be found scrawled across a poster near the bar. The phone may be oversubscribed, but you can always order your love in the form of a pizza pie online.

After dinner, Comet doubles as a concert venue and even though local musicians who once played there have been menaced as well, the music will not be silenced. This Friday ole 9:30 Club pal Norm Veenstra will be on deck with Tone, Show Pony and James Wolf. All ages show starts at 10 p.m.