Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington, DC

On Sunday, my friend Roger and I were lucky enough to visit Arlington National Cemetery and see the John F. Kennedy Memorial, the Arlington House (the Robert E. Lee Memorial), the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier (with the changing of the guard ceremony), and then cross the Potomac River to Washington, DC, which is in full bloom with its Cherry Blossom Festival.

We were able to visit the Jefferson Memorial, the Washington Monument (we were unable to go up because tickets are only available early in the morning on a first come, first serve basis), the Lincoln Memorial, the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial, the Veterans Memorial Wall of Vietnam, the Three Soldiers and everything in between, with the cherry blossoms everywhere like a big pink cloud or cotton candy. (I was disgusted to see that they plan to contaminate the park with something for MLK.)

We saw a lot of Asians, we heard some German, a little Italian, Spanish and Russian or something like that and whatever. With all the foreigners in mind, I said to Roger, “It’s a great day to be an American!” and I was happy to be able to visit our historical sites that Americans have seen our entire lives in books and pictures or on television or movies.

We took a break from our historical glove and had coffee at Caribou’s and then ate at Potbelly Sandwich Works, on the corner of the White House. I was pleasantly surprised that we were able to eat and have a drink for less than $ 10.00. I thought it would all cost us an arm and a leg, as New York probably does.

We went to see the White House (I understand from relatives, I am a collateral descendant of 3 American Presidents, John Adams, John Q. Adams and James Buchanan), in front and behind, and we saw many tourists, and only one. Protest directly outside the White House door with calls to impeach Bush and learn how at some address on MySpace.com.

The first time I was in Washington, DC it was to join the pro-life folks protesting Bill Clinton’s inauguration, where we had 4-foot “Baby David” posters to remind people how scary he is. abortion and how it should end.

My Christian friend Carl and I had gotten a bit lost and ended up very briefly in the ghetto area, rotting so close to the heart of our country, a black plague. Luckily Roger and I passed through some of the nice, well-kept areas on the way to the sites.

This time, at least I got a chance to see a few things besides the Washington Monument and the presidential caravan (I hope my photos turn out well), although everyone says you could spend a week alone at the Smithsonian, etc. I hope to go back and take a proper tour of the White House and see so much more.

May God bless America, this land that I love.

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