In town to honor a family member’s retirement from the United States Air Force, the family enjoyed a day touring the Washington, D.C. Capitol complex. Here, more or less in sequence, are some photos.
Our guide for the day was Marilyn Howe, Colonel, Unite-d States Air Force (retired). I have been informed she does this on a completely volunteer basis, besides which being an extremely well-informed and physically-fit authority. We trucked in from out of town by way of the very capable Metro rail system (another story) and met Marilyn outside the station. With her trusty red umbrella she kept us in line. The umbrella also proved useful against the shattering September sun.
That’s Barbara Jean and brother Keith looking on.
Most famous place in the city is the White House. Tourists gather to gawk, and people with something to promote gather along Pennsylvania Avenue daily.
Our niece Colonel Dawn Brotherton and her mother.
Everybody lined up for the traditional White House pose. The vast part of this group directly descended from John Freeman Blanton, born 2 August 1867, in Johnson County, Texas.
No White House tour, but we stopped next at the World War II Memorial. Each pillar represents a state in the Union during the war, Grimly, there are 4048 stars, one for every 100 service members killed in the war.
Washington is a wonderful place for people from all over to come and express a view. Veterans were especially appreciated by demonstrators this day. I was proud to observe that each of the Blanton children present had served.
Here some visitors celebrate veterans of World War II.
Somebody alerted me. “Bob Dole is over there.” I looked. Holy shit! It was Bob Dole. Senator Dole has not had the use of that right arm since over 71 years ago. He was a second lieutenant serving in the 10th Mountain Division in Italy. In April, 1945, during the closing days of the European war, he was caught by a spray of fire from a German machine gun, rendering his right arm forever useless.
The Korean War memorial acknowledges the futility experienced there by our troops.
The Lincoln Memorial is a must see.
It is difficult to view without a sense of awe.
It was also an opportunity for a selfie while waiting for the others.
I couldn’t figure out what the religious message was, but I gathered some handouts and will review this on Skeptical Analysis in the future.
The President was dedicating the National Museum of African American History and Culture that day. All we were able to see of the activities were a slew of motorcades, police cars blocking off streets, and people hawking tee-shirts.
Final visit, had to be, was the Jefferson Memorial. It’s not easy to get to. You have to go around a lake and across a bridge. But it’s worth it.
Forgot to bring your Stair Master on vacation? No problem. Washington has them for your benefit.