Thursday, October 13, 2011
To DC's greatest resident...
Sunday, September 25, 2011
The last of the Maryland Sellers
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Come on Irene... Oh, I swear...
We’re alive. It was close, but… we’re alive. Together we pulled through it. I took Adam outside and held him up, in an attempt to offer him as a sacrifice to the gargantuan storm… but she refused. I can’t blame her. Ha! Kidding, of course. But seriously… the debris littered the streets, the waters were rising, the wind threatened to hurl our car off the road as I rushed home through the downpour last night. Hurricane Irene came to Washington to bring “Change.” It was the worst thing to happen to this part of the country since… well, last weeks earthquake that left lawn chairs overturned and knocked a jar of pickles off a shelf in a Safeway somewhere. We’re falling apart back here, it could be the apocalypse, the end of the world, the lifting of the veil, the end of all things!! Or it could just be the weather. Either way, it made for a little excitement this past week.
Thankfully, this was not our car, but the neighbor was not as lucky as us. We just got a few broken tree limbs in the yard, and I got rained on a bit trying to get home. I told Becky last night that a tree was probably going to fall through the roof and crush us all… so needless to say, she probably didn’t sleep well… but I did! Slept late even. I’m such a nice guy!
So that's all you got, nature?? What next? A meteor strike? A swarm of locusts? We're digging our fallout shelter now...We're on the back of the nickel!
A couple of weeks ago we went down to Charlottesville, VA to see Monticello, the home of one of our greatest Presidents, Barrack Hussein Obama… wait, wait… I mean Thomas Jefferson. Sorry… they’re easily confused. Anyway, Jefferson grew up on a large piece of country down in central Virginia, and as a boy decided he was going to build his house someday on a hill on his father’s property. He named it, Monticello, which means “little mountain” in Italian, or as we figured out, “steep hillside that you don’t want to climb in the humidity.” Thankfully, it was a little cooler that day, but in Virginia the water in the air always seems to be thick. But we climbed the path to the house, and it was quite a set up that Tom had back in the day. It took nearly 200 people to operate the plantation at one time. Jefferson himself was away most of the time up in Washington and didn’t get to spend a whole lot of his life there until he retired. It’s a beautiful house, and if you’re into such historical things (which of course, I am not, which is why I never drag my family to these places) it was an interesting place to visit.
Kickin' it in August
The boys have had a good August hanging out with their mom in the yard while their dad works his life away. But here and there on the weekends we all are still getting around together. Just wanted to share a couple of pics so that all of you don’t forget what they look like. So, here you go:
This was actually taken at Brookside Gardens while Becky was taking photos with Ted and Rachel. They had a play area for kids and this tree house that the boys wanted up in, and then down, and then back up in, and then down. It kept me busy for a while.
And here's Paul, being Paul, as he always is. I'm not sure if that shirt means he's a pirate or he's poison. Either way, he's Paul.
A Rainy Engagement
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Take Flight!
This was really what I wanted to see. The Smithsonian currently has the Space Shuttle Enterprise, a never-been-to-Space Shuttle. It was the model used in high altitude tests before the shuttle program began, and has been in this hanger for the past three decades. Now that the shuttle program has ended, it’s going to be shipped off somewhere else and replaced with Discovery, the program’s fleet leader. I find this all very exciting, if you didn’t know.
I didn’t know this plane was out there, and while it’s definitely an important part of history, it’s somewhat strange to put on display a product of human ingenuity that was used to cause one of the single-most destructive events in human history. The Enola Gay, of course, was the plane that dropped the bomb on Hiroshima and killed maybe as many as 150,000 people with a single act. A necessary evil at the time… possibly. I had to wonder what a Japanese tourist would think of it. But it was definitely interesting to see it.
But enough with the gloomy stuff, of course there were a lot of cool planes out there, like this F-14 Tomcat! Here you see Goose and Maverick checking it out with their mom. And notice how tall Maverick is... it won't be long before he won't need to be standing on that post to catch up to his mom... but let's hope it takes a while.
So good stuff, and we can check the Air and Space Museum off our list. Now I guess it’s on to more!







