On the Capital lawn |
July 4 in Washington, DC
I have to admit, there was something special about spending Independence Day, 1997 in our nation's capital. Maybe it was the grandeur of the Mall, the reflecting pools, or the monuments and memorials. Maybe it was sitting on the capital lawn with all the Washingtonians in their red, white, and blue. It sure wasn't the special appearance by Florence Henderson.
For a city without a heart, Washington isn't a bad place to live (for a year or two). Yes, the humidity, taxes, crime, and the mayor are all high but all those marble buildings, haunting memorials, and wide boulevards infuse this place with a feeling of power. And as much as we may disdain politics and complain about politicians, we elected them and so they are here, making choices for you and me everyday in their offices on the hill.
Underground |
Washington's Metro is one of the best in the world. It runs on time, is clean and safe, and staffed by courteous, helpful people. Moreover, it is beautifully designed; a massive, industrial, eye-pleasing public work. Other cities should take note. The only trouble I ever had with Metro in DC was trying to get permission to take my bike on board. BART it ain't. The process was so long, requiring paperwork, permits, stickers, etc., that I eventually gave up.
Unfortunately, many seemingly simple procedures in the District are equally arduous. Getting a driver's license, registering your car, or changing your address can be an all day affair. Maybe the new mayor should start smoking crack like the good ol' days.
Smiling Dog |
Maybe the great thing about last Independence day in DC was going to my friend Amy's for the afternoon. She lives on a boat in the harbor that offered a wonderful, unobstructed view over the 14th St. bridge to the Washington Monument and the fireworks. I got to see old friends, meet new friends, eat, drink, dance, and basically have fun. That's where I met this beautiful, smiling dog who seemed to enjoy a good boat party as much as the rest of us.
Washington is a strange city full of dichotomies: it is rich but poor, it is hot but icy cold, it stands alone but forever in the spotlight and although it's where I once lived, it was never my home.