Having grown up on Baltimore (*I am too grown up!!! * ) I spent a lot of time in DC as a kid. It was an easy day trip, and a relatively cheap way for my folks to entertain 5 kids. Plus there were a bunch of school trips over the years, including the one in 1965 when I got to tour the Capitol building and the FBI and Arlington National Cemetery. I joined the Navy in '73, but in 1980, I got orders to the Pentagon for a couple of years, so I was able to visit again.
In '97, we moved to from FL to King George, Virginia, and again, we made several trips up I-95. Back to FL in 2000, but now, we’re in southern Md, about an hour from the Branch Ave metro station.
Last summer, we flew our nephew up from FL for a couple of weeks, and he and I did DC a couple of times. With him, I went to the National Archives for the first time, and saw the WWII monument for the first time. We also had a day at the zoo - that about wore me out!!
I remember seeing The Wall for the first time and I was amazed at how moving the experience was. I still tear up whenever I walk beside those slabs of marble.
On one visit back to the area, I went to the top of the Washington Monument with a couple of friends - what a view!!! I’ve been to many of the Smithsonian museums, although I’ve not seen the African American or Native American ones yet - in fact, I didn’t know they existed. I’ve been to the DC Aquarium a couple of times - I think it’s in the basement of the commerce bldg. I think. I’ve never toured the White House, I’ve been to the Lincoln Memorial a gazillion times, but never to Jefferson’s. One of these days, I will.
Yep, there’s so much to see and so much to do, and reading some of the posts here, I realize how fortunate I am to live so close. It’s an amazing place to visit. Plus right now, Stephen Colbert’s portrait is hanging between the bathrooms near the Presidential portrait gallery! I must go back!
Nice OP, tarra! Ya done good!
And nice Monday here - I’ve got the house open, since it’s in the upper 60s, at least for a little while longer. Taz is on *The List * - he knocked over my duck planter. No, I don’t plant ducks - it’s a rather ugly duck-shaped planter that has a couple of really sad, scraggly philodendron bits growing in it. Why do I keep it, you ask? Because, it was given to me in 1989 by the owner of my daughter’s day care when I had my hysterectomy. Do the math - I’ve had it almost 19 years! The other plants that were in it have all died off, but the little philodendron hangs in there. I hope stoopit Taz didn’t kill it.
Tonight’s supper will be chickie tits. Not sure how I’m going to make them - maybe rolled in italian seasoned bread crumbs and baked. There’ll be cornbread on the side, and some carrots, and broccoli, I think.
Guess I better mosey to the kitchen then.