We were talking about spring vacations today and I recalled our last trip to D.C. It was great, despite the solemn occasion–we’d gone for the funeral of my wife’s first cousin at Arlington National Cemetery. After the ceremony we spent a few days seeing the sights, again. The Smithsonian Castle was great; the Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History was absolutely fantastic.
The one thing that bugged me, and it bugged me a LOT, was that every time we drove into D.C. from Virginia, we had to travel on the Jefferson Davis Parkway. It drove me up the wall. Next time, I think we’ll try to figure out how we can visit the nation’s capital without being subjected to dozens of signs celebrating one of the nation’s greatest traitors.