Mr. Warrior goes to Washington (Part 3)
Did I mention the mall was big? The distance between the Capitol building and the Lincoln Memorial is not a laughing matter. Continuing on from my last blog entry, I headed toward the Lincoln Memorial.
Mr. Smith was right. After you climb the 40,000 stairs dodging the school tours groups and cameras to the entrance of the memorial, and enter the front, and tucked in the darkness is Honest Abe. He looks down at you as if he has been waiting for you to appear. He grips the arms of the chair and sits there...waiting for you to speak. The statue is magnificent. On the wall to his left is the second inauguration speech made during the Civil War. On his right, the Gettyburg address.
Exiting the memorial is the best view. As I reflect on the reflection of the Reflecting pool, I see the Washington Monument. Past that, the Capitol building. It is no wonder the cameras were en masse on the stairs.
Time to head back to the metro station. My legs are starting to feel the lactic acid build up. I am sure I will feel this in the morning...and I did.
Heading towards the Washington monument, there are people playing Ultimate to my right. Fact is, there were what looked like 12 different matches of Ultimate taking place on the edge of the mall. I used to play Ultimate in high school when I lived in Arizona. Ultimate is much like a non-contact frisbee version of football.
While walking down the line of players, I wondered if I could still play the game. It looked like such fun. Then I noticed it. The players are all 20 something. There may be a 30 something sprinkled into the mix but nobody my age. Oh, wait! On the sideline I see someone MY age! Maybe I CAN still play the game!...hmph...coach.
With a lower self esteem and lead legs, I continue through the Pacific side of the World War II Memorial and down the gravel path.
As I approach the Washington Monument, I notice a young woman standing on the short granite wall looking around and taking photos with her digital camera. Her friend is standing on the sidewalk talking on her cell phone (surprise). I noticed the woman on the wall was brewing something up in her mind.
As I pass the cell phone talking friend, I see the camera being raised. I provide my best smirk and hear the sound of the artificial shutter just as I pass next to her. About five paces down the path I hear the photographer laughing histerically. As I reached the crest of the hill, I hear them both laughing.
This brings me to my point (as I almost always have one). Play along. I could see what was going to happen. By playing along, I made someone happy.
If you happen to come across a photo with a smirking Native looking man and a young woman talking on her cell phone near the Washington Monument, leave me a comment so I can get a laugh.
Did you know...
If you don't want to wait for tickets or stand in line to the Washington Monument, the Old Post Office Tower has an observation deck that can see nearly all of Washington. It also contains the bells for the change of Congress.
Mr. Smith was right. After you climb the 40,000 stairs dodging the school tours groups and cameras to the entrance of the memorial, and enter the front, and tucked in the darkness is Honest Abe. He looks down at you as if he has been waiting for you to appear. He grips the arms of the chair and sits there...waiting for you to speak. The statue is magnificent. On the wall to his left is the second inauguration speech made during the Civil War. On his right, the Gettyburg address.
Exiting the memorial is the best view. As I reflect on the reflection of the Reflecting pool, I see the Washington Monument. Past that, the Capitol building. It is no wonder the cameras were en masse on the stairs.
Time to head back to the metro station. My legs are starting to feel the lactic acid build up. I am sure I will feel this in the morning...and I did.
Heading towards the Washington monument, there are people playing Ultimate to my right. Fact is, there were what looked like 12 different matches of Ultimate taking place on the edge of the mall. I used to play Ultimate in high school when I lived in Arizona. Ultimate is much like a non-contact frisbee version of football.
While walking down the line of players, I wondered if I could still play the game. It looked like such fun. Then I noticed it. The players are all 20 something. There may be a 30 something sprinkled into the mix but nobody my age. Oh, wait! On the sideline I see someone MY age! Maybe I CAN still play the game!...hmph...coach.
With a lower self esteem and lead legs, I continue through the Pacific side of the World War II Memorial and down the gravel path.
As I approach the Washington Monument, I notice a young woman standing on the short granite wall looking around and taking photos with her digital camera. Her friend is standing on the sidewalk talking on her cell phone (surprise). I noticed the woman on the wall was brewing something up in her mind.
As I pass the cell phone talking friend, I see the camera being raised. I provide my best smirk and hear the sound of the artificial shutter just as I pass next to her. About five paces down the path I hear the photographer laughing histerically. As I reached the crest of the hill, I hear them both laughing.
This brings me to my point (as I almost always have one). Play along. I could see what was going to happen. By playing along, I made someone happy.
If you happen to come across a photo with a smirking Native looking man and a young woman talking on her cell phone near the Washington Monument, leave me a comment so I can get a laugh.
Did you know...
If you don't want to wait for tickets or stand in line to the Washington Monument, the Old Post Office Tower has an observation deck that can see nearly all of Washington. It also contains the bells for the change of Congress.
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