Kodachrome memory of a first trip to Washington, DC. August, 1974. (That’s me on the left, and that’s the adoring entourage who used to follow me everywhere.)
We’re standing on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, which looks out to the reflecting pool and the Washington Monument in the hazy background. Pandas were still a new fixture at the zoo, buses weren’t air conditioned, skirts were short, hair was long, and Nixon resigned as we packed our own bags to leave for home. By then, our feet were tired, we were hot to melting point, and we thought we’d really seen some history.
We weren’t wrong.
But history keeps marching along, in a sometimes dramatic form, and here I am back in DC again.
Watch this space for more photos, more sore feet, and certainly some history.