Saturday, June 16, 2007

The Capital

One by one, the crowd dissipated. The empty carousel let out a squeek as it came to a halt. And there I stood, without my luggage - most importantly, without my bike. The UA attendant assured me that my luggage would be delivered first thing the next morning, but I made arrangements for a back up - a rental car - to make sure I wouldn't miss a beat. Good thing I did; my bags still have not arrived 24 hours later.

My destination of choice for the day was Washington DC. I'm generally not a fan of cities. I often find that I can see everything I'd like in about one day (there are exceptions, such as New York and London). Within less than an hour, I realized DC was going to be an exception to this rule. I couldn't walk a block without coming upon a monument or a museum. This is an impressive and inspiring city. So much to see and learn - it is overwhelming. I feel like I need a couple of weeks here to really take it all in. It's like a three dimensional wikipedia. Wait a minute, what does that say about my life?

The International Spy Museum, the Smithsonian American Art Museum, the National Portrait Gallery, a Hoop Dreams Tournament on the Mall, the US Capital Building, the US Botanic Garden, the Washington Monument, the World War II Memorial, the Lincoln Memorial, the Korean War Memorial. After the museums closed for the day, I reluctantly headed back to Reston, feeling that I had only scratched the surface in DC. When I arrived at my hotel, the adjacent street was lined with tents and teeming with people. It was "taste of the town", which was perfect, since it was dinner time and I was tired after ten hours of wallking (in heels, no less).

In the spirit of learning, I'm presenting my valued (albeit small) readership with a challenge. I have a special prize for the first person who can accurately identify what is happening in this picture. (Cliff Clavin answers will be eligible to win, but intelligent answers will take priority).


Anonymous Anonymous said...

It looks like a depiction of Abe Lincoln, the 16th US President, being shot in Ford Theater by John Wilkes Booth. Booth was injured but escaped and was attended to by a doctor Mudd, an ancestor of tv anchorman Roger Mudd. Have you ever heard the expression "your name is mud?" That is its origin, one of being in disrepute.

Being an American and nearly as old as this tapestry, I hereby disqualify myself from your contest.

June 17, 2007 at 6:59:00 AM MDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

sic semper tyrannis...

June 17, 2007 at 12:05:00 PM MDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

John Wilkes Booth + Bang, Bang, Bang + Abe Lincoln + Ford Theatre!!!

What, I'm a day late? Damn! Although I did learn something from Bill's post. Reading this blog is so educational!

June 17, 2007 at 12:27:00 PM MDT  
Blogger Dallas said...

United Airlines also destroyed my Bike Bag I had let Mical use, luckily the bike was OK. But the damage was inexcusable. The plastic hardware/ wheels and such were completely ripped off the bag and the rivets were pulled out etc. It was crazy!
Between two consecutive flights it was completely trashed beyond repair.

June 19, 2007 at 6:52:00 AM MDT  

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