Take me down to the Capital City where the grass is green and the monuments are pretty

I decided to visit Washington D.C. for a weekend. The best description for the place is impressive, huge memorials, big museums, massive structures, and long blocks. I went in a sightseeing state of mind, which I don’t regret, because the city is basically design to impress foreign dignitaries.

Iwo Jima

My sightseeing included most of the memorials, Lincoln, Washington, Roosevelt, Jefferson, Iwo Jima (Marine Corps War Memorial), World War II, walked across the whole National Mall, went to Arlington cemetery to see JFK and the unknown soldier graves, The White House, Senate, and the Smithsonian. Sadly the Reflecting Pool was under work so I couldn’t do any Forrest Gump running across the pool to get to my Jenny.

Washington Memorial

The District is a great city with vast history, good museums, and great restaurants.

Reflecting pool without water, still missing my Forrest Gump moment

JFK reminds me the superb parody that Seinfeld did in their episode “The Boyfriend”

Newman: June 14, 1987. Mets Phillies. We're enjoying a beautiful afternoon in the right field stands when a crucial Hernandez error to a five run Phillies ninth. Cost the Mets the game.

Kramer: Our day was ruined. There was a lot of people, you know, they were waiting by the player's parking lot. Now we're coming down the ramp Newman was in front of me. Keith was coming toward us, as he passes Newman turns and says, "Nice game pretty boy". Keith continued past us up the ramp.

Newman: A second later, something happened that changed us in a deep and profound way front that day forward.

Elaine: What was it?

Kramer: He spit on us, and I screamed out, "I'm hit!"

Newman: Then I turned and the spit ricochet of him and it hit me.

Elaine: Wow! What a story.

Jerry: Unfortunately the immutable laws of physics contradict the whole premise of your account. Allow me to reconstruct this if I may for Miss Benes as I've heard this story a number of times.

Jerry: Newman, Kramer, if you'll indulge me. According to your story Keith passes you and starts walking up the ramp then you say you were struck on the right temple. The spit then proceeds to ricochet off the temple striking Newman between the third and forth rib. The spit then came off the rib turned and hit Newman in the right wrist causing him to drop his baseball cap. The spit then splashed off the wrist, Pauses In mid air mind you, makes a left turn and lands on Newman's left thigh. That is one magic luggie.

Newman: Well that's the way it happened.

Jerry: What happened to your head when you got hit?

Kramer: Well. uh, well my head went back and to the left

Jerry: Again

Kramer: Back and to the left

Jerry: Back and to the left, back and to the left

Elaine: So, what are you saying?