I did manage to sneak away from the RWA conference to sight-see a bit with my roommates. It doesn't matter how many times I see these monuments, there's always such a feeling of awe when I stand next to them. Of course, couldn't get anywhere near the White House, not really. Go figure. But my friend Cathy and I couldn't help, as we dragged our tired, overheated, sore-footed selves toward the White House that Obama would happen by and offer us a ride... We are fiction writers after all.
The Washington Monument.
The Lincoln Memorial.
The White House.
I couldn't bring myself to take a picture at the Vietnam Memorial--just seemed to sacred. It, too, was one of those awe-inspiring moments.