I had fresh legs and the prior night’s headache had subsided somewhat. The walk around the Tidal Basin and memorials was very peaceful on this last morning. The Jefferson Memorial was all I’d heard it was, as were the others. I worked my way back to Lincoln and had my lunch on the steps as I’d planned. While sitting there amongst the various races, cultures, ages, cultural apparel, and even a photo bombing Waldo, it finally dawned on me that THIS is America. People running around, young children jumping up steps, everyone taking pictures, laughing at Waldo and his unique silliness, carrying signs in preparation for a small demonstration, and in the background was the likeness of the tolerant President Lincoln. Why the free-spirited chaos at his memorial? I don’t know, maybe because he allowed his young sons free reign of the White House, loved telling stories and enjoyed a good joke. This playfulness is the greatest tribute we as Americans can pay in homage to his memory.
Thank you everyone who helped me plan my trip and gave me ideas for visiting places I would never have found on my own. I do appreciate your help and kindness in the process, and you provide an invaluable service to DC’s visitors. I thank you.
One last thing, before I left to go back and pack, I saw an older gentleman standing before the Gettysburg Address. He was alone, reading the Address. His crutch and the lean of his posture touched me so. It’s my favorite picture of the whole trip. I hope you like it.