So, everyday I'm in D.C. I realize more and more that I'm not in Utah. Duh. There are heaps of really funny and 'different' things around here. Like the fact that the police are named by monument (at least the ones I've seen). We have the Pentagon Police, the Capitol Police and I recently saw the DC Public Library Police driving around in a car.
After work and on my way to find a barber, because I desperately need a haircut, I passed by two different Washington, D.C. helpers--they are so cool. They have bright red jackets and they exist to help people find their way around D.C. Catherine, my second helper, said that people come up out of the Metro and look confused, "Then, there we are. We can answer their questions." She also gave me two maps of the city; one for another person, in case they got lost.
Story of the day: While I was eating my McDonalds Salad in the restaurant tonight, I was being watched by two black men. One was outside and looked pretty homeless; and the other was inside, an older gentleman, and drinking a coffee or something. I actually had a little chuckle to myself and decided to write this blog post about it. Ha ha. Oh the joys of D.C.
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4 comments:
You are so close to the Tomb of the Unknown soldier. When I was 18 I visited there and will never forget their precision and dedication. One of our elders gave a talk about the exact obedience day in and day out that these guards practice. If you get a chance to go to the Arlington, VA cemetery, it really is an impressive sight and an inspiration.
remember OUR last trip to mcdonalds when you had to get a token for me to go to the bathroom...and the stalls had double locks on them?!?! glad to hear you're making it around ok.
Remember OUR last trip to McDonalds ... Wait, I don't think we've ever been to McDonalds together! :) Just think ... those people will be helping ME when I get off the Metro all confused in 76 days. :)
Have you visited Amanda (Brady) Redfern, yet?! I just talked to her yesterday...you have to visit her and tell me all about her little baby boys. I would love to make a trip out to see her this summer...and if so maybe I can ride the train up to visit you as well! Sounds like you're having a blast...I LOVE D.C.! Take care
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