Pity the poor soul who’s doing PR these days for John Coleman, the owner of Washington’s Ritz-Carlton Hotel. Must be something like trying to get toothpaste back in the tube. First came a front-page story in The Washington Post saying, in so many words, that Coleman’s creditors consider him a deadbeat deluxe. Then came another blast of bad ink in
UP ON MICHIGAN AVENUE, N.E., where Washington’s battered buses once rumbled into huge garages for a night of rest and rehabilitation, the machines, materiel, and manpower are quietly being readied. Inside these cavernous quarters, an impressive array of sleek state-of-the-art equipment — some of it said to be one of a kind — has been assembled, tested, and retested.