We filled our sweltering Washington DC day today with a plethora of sights and sounds. In the morning, our extremely fine Congressman, Bill Keating, secured a behind-the-scenes FBI tour for us that included an impressive firearms demonstration and a thoughtfully presented yet gut-wrenching exhibit on the FBI’s ongoing role to combat domestic and international terrorism. Tough stuff. We visited the Phillips Museum and the National Geographic Museum in the afternoon. We hadn’t planned it in advance, but when taken together, the Phillip’s world class art collection and NatGeo’s interactive scientific exhibits offer a welcome reminder that when given the opportunity, people will ultimately embrace beauty and reason over the alternatives. Tonight was our second night staying in Maryland with Marge Walsh and her honey of a husband, Bill. Marge was our three eldest daughters’ second grade teacher beginning in the mid-1990’s. Now Mariah understands clearly why Marge is considered a semi-mythical being in our family lore. It was a full day. We’ll sleep heavy tonight and hit the road in the early morning.
Mariah and I stayed with Sarah’s very first babysitter last night. She was just eighteen, responsible, loving and kind and about to graduate from high school when Harry and I hired her in 1991 to care for our first born pink bundle so that I could return to work on Wall Street. Yesterday, she welcomed us to her beautiful new home in a bucolic area of Maryland with her husband (who first met us when he began courting her during their freshman year of college). Their two exquisite and oh-so-handsome sons joined us for breakfast. We were fascinated to hear about her exciting pediatric oncological research work at JHU and his ongoing remarkable and varied projects. It is beyond gratifying when life is good to loving, kind and hard-working people. This is as it should be. We then visited Arlington National Cemetery to visit my dad’s grave. My periodic visits to Arlington always evoke intense emotions. My father exceeded every expectation I ever had and I miss him and think of him every day. As we drove out of Arlington I shared with Mariah the following story, which she was too young to remember. It is my favorite recollection about my dad’s funeral: As you would expect – ceremonies at Arlington are somber, practiced, and formal. In recognition of my dad’s rank and service, he received full military honors during his burial service including three rifle volleys by seven riflemen, […]
About five months ago, Mariah and I ordered tickets online from the National Park Service so that we could look out of the viewing area at the top of the Washington Monument at 9 PM and see the DC night skyline. At 555 feet and 5 1/8 inches, it is still the worlds tallest freestanding stone structure. On the way into Washington, we listened to Arlo Guthrie’s “Alice’s Restauarant” (which she had never heard before). Alice was followed by Bob Dylan’s acoustic version of “This Land is Your Land”. I may or may not have heard strains of the soundtrack to House of Cards while looking at the Capital Dome. Did I mention that we found a free and legal parking space directly across the street from the monument? So – yeah. This evening was kinda perfect.
Everybody and everything in Philadelphia seemed particularly wonderful. There is something intangible about returning to where you grew up that fortifies you for whatever follows. Thank you Philly for holding safe many of my best childhood and young adult memories. Thank you Barnes Foundation for preserving your otherworldly breathtaking magnificence in your new home. Thank you Pat’s Steaks for offering 24/7 decadent sustenance since before the notation “24/7” existed. Thank you Tashan for creating Indian cuisine that raises the bar for this city’s restaurant Rennaisance. Thank you Bachelorette 2 and Bachelorette 3 for your gracious hospitality and all-encompassing deliciousness. And thank you little Jeep for putting your best face forward.
Gypsy – Lady Gaga So I just packed my baggage and said goodbye to family and friends, and took the road to nowhere on my own. Like Dorothy on a yellow brick, hope my ruby shoes get us there quick
Surprise, the rental place didn’t have a Toyota RAV4, but we got a Jeep, so life is good. Also, this car is a Patriot, which definitely serves as a testament to our great American journey.
About when it started snowing last December, Mariah and I began identifying and researching the places we wanted to visit this summer. By last week we had designed an incredibly detailed and comprehensive 89 page itinerary outlining each and every day’s plan. We included the results of our research on the opening hours, addresses, hyperlinks, photographs and confirmation numbers for our reservations at dozens of accommodations and sights. So here we are a mere two days into our trip and thus far Mariah and I have essentially abandoned our itinerary in favor of spontaneous visits with good friends who happened to be in Philadelphia. Robert Burns was onto something … the best laid plans of mice and men and moms often go awry. .
In order to prevent me from singing songs from my 1960’s childhood for the next eight weeks – my daughter Sarah created a playlist for us on my iPod for each and every state through which Mariah and I would travel. A band called “Vampire Weekend” sang to us as we left Cape Cod, Ike and Tina Turner belted “Sweet Rhode Island Red”, followed by Judy Garland/Bing Crosby in Connecticut, Jay Z/Alicia Keys and Taylor Swift in New York, Bruce and more Bruce in New Jersey, and Elton John and The Andrews Sisters in Philly. This bodes well. Near the end of our first day’s travels to see our Philly-based daughters, Harry, Mariah, Jenny and I concluded our Route 95 drive with a late night meal at a classic New Jersey diner. We were joined by Chance, Catherine and Rose Van Sciver. At least, we think that is what happened. We were sleepy and they looked familiar. We arrived at last after midnight in my hometown, the City of Brotherly Love. We were were greeted by Daughterly Love. What could be better?
Walcott – Vampire Weekend Walcott, don’t you know that it’s insane? Don’t you wanna get out of Cape Cod, out of Cape Cod tonight