I Live in teh DC
Sometimes it doesn't mean anything anymore. But sometimes it seems pretty freakin cool.
I rode home from work today along the Potomac, Jefferson Memorial to my left, Washington Monument to my left, White House, the Watergate (it's all to my left, I'm headed south on the west side of the river).
I passed about 50 yards from the Monument, a mile and a half from the Capitol. Seven years ago I marveled at how close we lived to all this power in the District, yet so far away (what with not having Congressional representation, or even full control of the city's own finances). I guess I still find it pretty interesting, but I'm not as awed by it.
I decided to ride past the White House to 18th Street to get home. I've seen police cars and Secret Service (or Capitol Police) SUVs driving out of the Pennsylvania Ave. pedestrian mall, but I've never seen regular cars driving out. There were four cars, if I remember correctly. And by regular cars, I mean cars with drivers. Black cars with drivers. Not Honda Accords.
And people were leaving the White House. Walking. Dressed for Dinner. But walking, walking out of the White House grounds. The gates were open. I've never seen that.
I wonder where the homeless that used to sleep in the doorways of Riggs Bank went tonight.
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