Coming home with Grammy and Gramps...

Or so we thought until Alexander started running a fever which will keep Mommy and Daddy in Washington for a few more days until he can be safely released without worrying about a U-turn right back into the hospital.

But at least Grammy and Nicholas are getting to head home courtesy of a lift from Gramps and Moby Dodge. I have to say that I was quite thankful that Gramps drove that long-haul from Florida to Maryland because it solved a logistical nightmare for us.

You see, three of us had come to Washington in Mommy's Escape but were it not for him, five of us would have been returning. In the light of hindsight, I probably should have hired a minivan for the trip but when you've got less than twenty-four hours to be on the road following your baby and Mommy who are flying to Washington, you don't tend to think about those sorts of things. We'll do it better next time! So I was prepared to hop a cheap flight from Baltimore-Washington International (BWI) or Dulles International (IAD) and grab a ride when I got to Raleigh.

Gramps made that hassle unnecessary by kindly returning Grammy and Nicholas home to Zebulon. By this point, Nicholas has had pretty much as he could stand of Washington and hospitals and not being home. Trust me, we know exactly where he was coming from on that one (Mommy even more so as she hasn't really had much time in her own bed since Alexander was born).

Oh, we wish we were coming with you but for right now, we wish you a safe journey and we hope to see you soon!

Taking a train to the National Zoo...

We had a welcome surprise in the form of Gramps who had driven all night from Florida to Largo, Maryland to visit Alexander in the hospital. He arrived in town a couple of days ago and got a room at his preferred Hampton Inn hotel not too far from that Sam's Club and FedEx Field that Grammy and I had discovered earlier.

Once again, Moby Dodge had steered him successfully north and my hat's off to him considering that the drive from Raleigh to the District is long enough for me without adding another ten hours onto the trip. But it was very nice to see another familiar face after being in Washington for over a week and in such circumstances.

Our main destination today is The National Zoo which is just north of the Adams-Morgan district where our favorite Indian restaurant is located. If you find yourself in the area of 18th Street NW and Columbia, find your way a bit south of the intersection to Jyoti. You will not be disappointed...and if you leave hungry, well, there is just something quite wrong with you!

The Zoo isn't terribly far from the Ronald McDonald House (about fifteen minutes) but I wasn't quite sure about the parking availability over there. Then an idea occurred...why not kill two birds with the same proverbial stone, hmmmm? Nicholas has had this thing about trains for the longest time but the Thomas train set at the Ronald McDonald house has got the boy positively hooked on trains and train sets! What better way to solve the parking problem and let him ride a train than to take the Metro to the Zoo.

As it turns out, the Red Line was the train for us. We could have hopped on at Brookland-CUA but Rhode Island Avenue was a better choice as it had a big commuter park-and-ride lot and luckily on weekends, parking there when riding the rails is free. Be advised that if you want to park there during the week, you've got to have a SmartPass card...there is no other way to get into the lot (but you could park at the Giant Foods just up the hill from the station...just make sure you're not in an area where they'll tow you!).

A friendly Metro employee showed us how to use the automated ticket booths (not the most obvious process in the world, they could definitely use a usability study on those machines) and pretty soon we had some all-day passes in our hands. The tickets celebrated the Presidential Inauguration...of 2001...but hey, they're only four years and two months off, eh! The Metro guy also gave us a great hint for getting to the Zoo...get off the train at Cleveland Park station to walk down the hill to the Zoo entrance and then catch the return train at Woodley Park-Zoo/Adams Morgan which is down the hill from the entrance. It pays to listen to the locals, people! :)

There was a little bit of a wait for the train as they were single-tracking Red Line for maintenance on the rails downtown. But suffice it to say, Nicholas loved riding the train. Going underground near Union Station took him by surprise but soon enough, he was riding the rails like a seasoned pro.

Before long, we found ourselves at our stop and it was a relatively short hike down the hill to the entrance. The longer hike was through the Zoo itself...imagine a winding path down a fairly sizeable hill and you get the picture. Speaking of which, we snapped plenty of pictures of the pandas, giraffes, apes, and big cats. Unfortunately, the weather wasn't the most cooperative...it was cool and overcast with occasional periods of rain and that literally put a bit of a damper on the trip because the animals were smarter than we were and stayed under cover. But Nicholas enjoyed seeing the animals and all of us (Grammy, Gramps, Daddy, and Nicholas) had a good time in spite of the weather.

I will confess that the Zoo was pretty disappointing...I think I was expecting it to be much larger than it was. That was probably silly of me as you'd think I'd be aware of just how little land there is in Washington that isn't taken up by something. But still, I think the North Carolina Zoo in Asheboro is actually more impressive. And if you've ever been to the San Antonio Zoo near Brackenridge Park, the National Zoo (nor the North Carolina Zoo, for that matter) just really don't compare to that world-class facility.

But that didn't stop us from enjoying the day and the train rides with Nicholas who doesn't know the difference between these zoos (yet!). Of course, you'd think that being dragged all over Washington and having ridden real trains, our little one would be tired from the outing.

Yeah, right!

As soon as we walked through the front door, he made an immediate left turn for the choo-choo, all signs of fatigue banished from view. That's the sort of thing that makes you appreciate the comedian on the back of the parking lot tram at EPCOT Center in Orlando who wryly observed that you have parked in the ENERGY parking lot...energy is that thing that your kids will have at the end of the day but you will not!

Truer words were never spoken...

Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center (National Air and Space Museum at Dulles International Airport)

Nicholas and I had a chance to do a bit more exploring round our nation's capital today. We did a bit of sightseeing northwest of the White House toward Georgetown and Rock Creek Park. The first one was the National Cathedral which is actually visible from Children's National Medical Centre (you get a good view of it from the cafeteria on the west side of the building). You could spend a day there just looking at all of the gargoyles adorning the building which includes not only traditional gargoyles but even such pop-culture icons as Darth Vader! I kid you not! Those gargoyles actually serve a practical purpose other than scaring off birds and unwitting visitors. Gothic cathedrals have no gutters so the gargoyles and other architectural features serve as water diverters to allow water to drain from the roof! Guess those ancient engineers knew what they were doing after all which explains why most of the cathedrals in the world are still standing and didn't have their roof implode like Kemper Arena's did in Kansas City not long after Daddy moved to Ft. Sam Houston!

Not too far from Children's and the Ronald McDonald House is another beautiful cathedral on the grounds of the Catholic University of America. The Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception is not a Gothic cathedral but rather a gorgeous building that would probably be more at home in Spain. The tower in particular suggests the Moorish influence commonly seen in Spanish cathedrals (the Moors were Arabs who had conquered Spain from their base in North Africa until they were pushed back to Africa by Ferdinand and Isabella). It is a stunning sight, particularly at night when the basilica is lit to dramatic effect!

Next along the way to the south of the Cathedral was a quick drive past the US Naval Observatory. Not only is the USNO home to the Navy's astronomical research divisions and telescopes (the stars have always been important to sailors through the ages), the nation's standard atomic clocks are housed here. The grounds of the USNO are also home to the official residence of the Vice President of the United States and you won't have a problem seeing the part of the observatory grounds closest to Dick Cheney's house...it is heavily fortified and can withstand an assault by even heavily armored vehicles.

As you drive round the observatory, you start to get into some very exclusive areas in the District leading into Embassy Row which, like it's name implies, is home to most of the diplomatic corps based in Washington. The US State Department isn't too far from here with the headquarters located in Foggy Bottom.

A bit further along the Rock Creek Parkway (which is a gorgeous way to see northwestern Washington!), we came upon the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. It's a bit weird seeing that beautiful building and developed Washington after driving through Rock Creek Park which is about as unspoiled as the District is ever going to get. Approaching the Kennedy Center from the north, you literally drive out from under some massive oaks and then the building is right in front of you.

Not too far from the Kennedy Center is the Watergate Hotel. The hotel is also near Foggy Bottom which was home to the break-in that brought down the presidency of Richard Nixon. The whole Watergate saga did have it's unintentional moments of irony...the burglary was orchestrated by operatives of the Committee to Re-Elect the President and one of the two official acronyms was CREEP (the other was CRP). I'm telling you folks, truth is really stranger than fiction! The buildings are fairly unremarkable and it's easy to miss that you're close to the site that would eventually be one of the reasons for our only presidential resignation.

Of course, my ever-vigilant co-pilot Nicholas slept through all of these sights! Oh, well...

Our real destination was the new Smithsonian's National Air and Space Steven F. Udvar-Hazy museum annex near Dulles International Airport which is well west of the District and about a forty-five minute to an hour drive from Children's. If you want to beat the tolls, get to I-66 and take the airport-only lanes, do the loop through the airport and past that famous terminal building, and then take exit 9 just outside of the airport toward the south. Udvar-Hazy is about three miles from there on the far side of the airport grounds.

Yeah, I'll admit it...this trip definitely a scratch Daddy's itch trip but we figured Nicholas would probably enjoy seeing the planes. After all, he's always looking to the sky when a plane or helicopter flies near the house and is awfully good at zeroing in on where the plane actually is. Yeah...that's my boy! And yes, you can well imagine that at least one set of his flash cards in the future will be aircraft profiles for identification. (Real aviation geeks can tell the difference between aircraft types by listening to the engines and ones who are seriously in need of a life (like Daddy!) can tell you what airline the plane belongs to based on the sound of the engine! I kid you not...the JT8-D engines on a Delta 727 sounded much better maintained than any of American's 727's which always had that high-pitched whistle coming off the exhaust sections indicating excess air was being bypassed round the fan stages. Yeah, I spent enough time listening to them landing at Orlando International and yes, I probably needed a real life but hey, it was one of the cheaper forms of entertainment available in Orlando to a college student on a limited budget! And for a big fan of Boeing's commercial aircraft, the observation area at Frontage Road just across the Bee-Line Expressway from runways 18L and 18R was a target-rich environment and I've got the pictures to prove it!).

Anyway, the building itself is an enormous hangar and control tower located just south of one of the active runways at Dulles which made it easy to bring in most of the aircraft. Admission to America's Hangar itself is free but the parking is $12. It's quite a bargain when you consider some of the most famous aircraft in the world are housed in that building. By this point, Nicholas was quite awake and he literally went into overload pointing at all of the planes. It's one thing to spot a lone plane going over the house but here was a fleet of them!

I'll admit that I'm a big Boeing fan and I knew going out there that the Enola Gay was on display at the annex. She's one of the exceptions to the usual delivery method because she was crated after her last flight and put into storage to protect the plane from the elements. This B-29 was our first stop in the museum and it was somehow fitting to start with a symbol of just what terrible things we as a species are capable of. Of course, we all know what this Martin-built B-29's mission was over Japan back in August of 1945. I think it's safe to say that the world has never been the same since that atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima and looking at the plane that was the delivery vehicle is more than a little surreal. One cannot help but think about the stubborn pride of the Japanese High Command that ensured that Enola Gay wouldn't end WWII (it would take a second bomb being dropped on Nagasaki by Bock's Car a couple of days later). Then there is the thought of the Cold War that would last almost fifty years with the world wondering who would be the next one to employ these terrible weapons in war and the sad knowledge that the genie isn't ever going back into that bottle again. Here is Nicholas pointing innocently at Enola Gay and saying "plane" over and over and I was honestly wishing for something that can never be again...that innocence of not knowing what life is like where the threat of nuclear weapons is a very real one (and one could argue that it's even more of a threat now than it was during the darkest days of the Cold War!). I would hope that anyone who would be of a mind to use these terrible weapons would pause and consider Enola Gay and the fate of Hiroshima and Nagasaki before doing something really stupid.

Twice should be enough for any species to figure out what a gift to future generations it would be to give those generations the innocence of a child who doesn't really know what humans are capable of doing to other humans with nuclear (or other kinds of) weapons.

It never ceases to amaze me that the terrible ingenuity of man can also achieve such great things in advancing the quality of life. One of the examples of this ingenuity was a personal surprise for me because I didn't think that the Boeing 367-80 "Dash-80" was on display here. Last I had heard, Boeing had flown her to Seattle for restoration and display at the Seattle Museum of Flight. This bird which was the prototype for the Boeing 707 that would revolutionize commercial aviation was the stuff of legends, a flying testbed for all sorts of new technologies. The most famous Dash-80 story is Tex Johnston (one of Boeing's most famous test pilots) barrel-rolling this big plane over the Gold Cup course at Lake Washington near Seattle. Imagine for a moment...William Allen (then CEO of Boeing) was betting more than the net worth of the company on this one plane and is watching Tex roll the plane twice over the course. The legend is that Bill Allen leans over to Larry Bell and asks him for some of his heart pills because he needed them more than Larry did. Larry knew Tex Johnston (Tex worked for Bell Aircraft before moving to Boeing) and told Allen that he didn't know Tex and that Tex had just sold your airplane. He was quite right because he wasn't the only one watching that stunt...Juan Trippe of Pan-Am was in the audience and would ultimately order 707's after seeing just how tough that plane was. Eddie Rickenbacker of Eastern Airlines heard of the roll and ordered 707's as well (and talk about signs of the times...neither Pan-Am or Eastern survived deregulation!). (As an aside, Tex would later explain to Bill Allen and the other bosses that as long as 1G is maintained throughout the roll, the forces involved are nothing more than what you'd expect in level flight... in other words, the plane never knows it's inverted! There is a famous picture shot from the cabin windows that shows the engine pods facing the sky over the lake...boy, would I have loved to be in the jump seat for that roll!). Tex Johnston, Dix Loesch, Ed Wells, Bill Allen, Tex Bouillion...these are some of the heroes of Boeing that were my idols in my younger years. And a lot of them were working at Boeing when Model 367-80 was on the drawing boards...the plane that would change the commercial industry forever.

Another idol of mine was Lockheed's Clarence "Kelly" Johnson who is also well represented in the annex with the P-38 Lightning and his most famous accomplishment with the fastest air-breathing aircraft ever designed, the Mach-3 SR-71. Kelly Johnson's famous Skunk Works (named because his design shop was located next to a noxious plastics fabrication plant) would also be responsible for the U-2 and the F-117 Stealth Fighter.

A couple of other notable aircraft are the Aerospatiale Concorde (only supersonic commercial aircraft ever deployed to passenger service) and the Space Shuttle orbiter test vehicle Enterprise (OV-101) which was used to test re-entry characteristics of the Space Shuttle (the conclusion, it's a billion-dollar brick but it's design criterion to land like a conventional aircraft was well satisfied even if it's unpowered flight after re-entry!). I can tell you that nothing wakes you up as quickly on a Sunday morning as a space shuttle does when you hear that characteristic double sonic boom as the shuttle slows to subsonic speed over the Sanford (Florida) airport (where they make the decision to press on to Kennedy Space Center or bingo to Orlando International's 12,000-foot runways!).

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and it was time to leave and experience the evening rush hour traffic which is a highly overrated experience.

But I think it's a safe assumption that Nicholas loved looking at all of the planes and rockets on display...and an even safer assumption that Daddy really loved the experience. It'll be nice to go back to the Air and Space Museums with the boys and share with them some of the cool stories behind the hardware. Hopefully they've completed the renovations to the original museum on the National Mall (home to the Spirit of St. Louis among other things)!

More to explore...

Today's roaming about the District takes Nicholas and Daddy northwest out of the District toward Chevy Chase and Bethesda in Maryland.

Yeah, it sounds weird but there is actually a town called Chevy Chase just over the border of Montgomery County. Before you fans of one of the most famous of the Saturday Night Live players start getting all proud of yourselves, the actual Town of Chevy Chase was incorporated in 1918. That would be well before Cornelius Crane Chase who was born in 1943 in New York...and I think you can see why he might well want to requisition a new name. Oy vey! And besides, I am Cornelius Chase and you are not doesn't quite work as well as I am Chevy Chase and you are not!

Seriously, this is actually a very pretty drive from Children's through Rock Creek Park to the west before you turn more northerly toward Maryland. That's something that takes a bit of getting used to...because the Distric is so small, you cross borders so often that it almost becomes blase. Yeah, Maryland. Big deal. Virginia. Eh. Back in the District again. Woo hoo. It wasn't uncommon for these trips to hit all three of them in one trip. It just feels a bit weird, that's all. :)

This was obviously a more well-to-do section of town. But what was surprising was that a six mile trip to Bethesda took about a hour and a half. I'm not kidding...the roads, traffic, and signals are just that awful. And it wasn't even rush hour, campers!

But it's a beautiful drive, nonetheless. Too bad Nicholas didn't stay awake long enough to truly appreciate it!

Lots of sights to see...

We did a quick run for groceries at the Sam's Club in Hyattsville that is literally right across the parking lot from FedEx Field where the Redskins play east of the District. We figured Sam's would be a good place to stock up because the prices at the local grocery stores in the District are pretty outrageous. You know, we'd never thought that Lowe's Foods would look cheap by comparison but trust me, they have nothing on the Capital Area Giant stores!

After getting provisioned, Nicholas and I got a chance to do a bit of exploring round the Washington area mainly to give him a change of scenery as hospitals have gotten really old, really quick!

We headed down North Capitol Street toward the east end of The National Mall (North Capitol Street forms the dividing line between northeast and northwest Washington where the Capitol building is the anchor). From there, we drove past most of the major sites you'd typically look for when visiting our nation's capital:

I thought the traffic circles were going to be worse than they were. After all, I had watched The American President where Annette Bening complains about getting out of sorts at Dupont Circle. If she's paying attention, I'm not sure I understand how as navigating the circle is pretty darned simple. Finding parking, on the other hand, is a legitimate gripe!

Navigating Washington isn't really all that bad once you get a grip on what the major roads are inside the District itself. That is, if you can stand the totally insane drivers on really small streets with so many stoplights that it's a miracle you ever get up to 45 miles per hour. And if you're not in the District itself, you can expect a lengthy commute from where you are to where you want to go. It's almost guaranteed you're going to sit in traffic somewhere. It's not like the distances are all that hideous...from Children's to Bethesda is all of six miles. But you're looking at an hour minimum to get there unless you're driving at three in the morning!

One suggestion...you'd better know how to parallel park if you think you are going to get around the District. You know that skill we all learned in Driver's Education and then promptly forgot because with suburban sprawl and massive parking lots, we'd never need to parallel park, ever. Not so in the District...not only are the parking spaces almost non-existant, most of them are parallel parking. And if you get into one the few parking lots, expect to pay boucoup buck$ for that privilege.

By the way, ever remember that game you'd play on those long, boring car trips where the object was to spot plates from as many states as you could (ideally, all fifty states) before your opposition? It's a great way to become a license plate geek and get a few nuggets of trivia about the states (and provinces of Canada, particularly if you find yourself in Florida during snowbird season!). In other words, it's yours to discover (Ontario) why it's good to je me souviens (I remember, Quebec) all of the nifty little things we see on the roads in this land of enchantment (New Mexico).

As an aside, after six and a half years of snowbird season...I always thought it was yours to discover how lousy Ontario drivers are...and that je me souviens had to be Quebecois for I can't drive for the life of me. Of course, neither of those are as scary as the headless drivers wearing Florida plates on their cars...the short old people who can't see over their steering wheel and are apparently trusting in the Force to see them to their destination safely. But I digress... :)

OK, maybe you're not a geography geek but it was fascinating getting a gander at the actual DC plates. And hoo boy, have the times changed and not for the better! You see, the slogan used to be either A Capital City which was a clever play of words or Celebrate & Discover. While it is possible to see some of the older plates...the new tagline is Taxation Without Representation. Apparently the locals aren't all that happy about not being an actual state and having more than a token delegate in the House of Representatives. I've just got one thing to say to those District drivers who like that particular slogan...trust me when I tell you that taxation with what passes for representation outside the confines of the District stinks just as bad, friends! Just a suggestion from the outside looking in, guys!

Oh, where was I? Ah yes, navigating the District. On previous trips, either I wasn't driving because I was on a charter and it was the driver's problem to find parking near the MCI Centre for a Hurricanes game or we were staying at the Hampton Inn in Springfield (Virginia) and the big Park-and-Ride at the end of the Blue line is right across the way at the Springfield-Franconia station.

You don't really get to appreciate just how congested this city's streets are until you have to find your way round them yourself. I highly recommend you get a laminated folding map of the District...it's a life saver and it's very easy to take a quick peek and then fold it back properly than a paper map. And then just make a note of the major streets and how to get back to them as you wander.

Then you to can celebrate and discover what a capital city Washington, DC can be. And have a better-than-average chance of getting back to where you're staying in one piece... :)

Mr Williams goes to Washington...

Well, it turns out that a few of them are heading to our nation's capital via different means. Mommy and Alexander are already on their way via medical transport from Raleigh-Durham International Airport (RDU for you aviation geeks like Daddy out there) direct to Dulles International (IAD) and then by ambulance to the hospital.

Nicholas, Grammy, and Daddy get to experience the joys and wonders of I-95 and Capital Beltway (I-495) traffic to meet them there later this evening. We had a quick stop at a McDonald's north of Richmond but for the most part we proceeded direct to Washington. Memo to self: traffic on the Beltway stinks most of the time but it's really awful at rush hour! We had made good time getting to the District and then spent the next hour and a half going from The Mixing Bowl (where I-95/I-395/I-495 converge just southwest of Washington) round the western bit of the Beltway to Georgia Avenue between Bethesda and Silver Spring in Maryland right above the top of the District.

A little aside, if I may. I went walkabout in early 2001 to follow the Hurricanes on a West Coast swing through Phoenix, Los Angeles, and Anaheim. So I'm sitting in Phoenix's Sky Harbor International Airport (geeks: that's PHX!) reading the Los Angeles travel guides and the two books I have seem split on their opinions of Los Angeles traffic. One's take was that it was no big deal at all and the other suggested that the freeways in LA were a death trap. I managed to find an Angelino in the departures lounge and decided to ask a local's opinion as to which guide was correct. The conversation went something like this:

Wouldn't you know it, he was right on the mark. I only hit two traffic jams my entire time there (I-10 from Malibu and I-5 north of San Diego) and it was nothing compared to the nasty traffic we encountered from Springfield all the way round past the I-270 merge from Rockville.

Getting to Children's National Medical Centre was still an interesting journey because the streets aren't all that well lit south of Silver Spring. But we did see Walter Reed Army Hospital and made a couple of passes through Howard University before finally finding tiny Harvard Street NW which would get us over to Michigan Avenue NW and finally the hospital itself.

The hospital was kind of an interesting sight...it's half futuristic-looking pod architecture and half scaffolding and finding the entrance wasn't as easy as it could be. Once you're in the hospital proper, it's actually very nicely decorated and isn't quite as bad a rabbit warren as some of the places we've been.

Alexander has settled into his PICU bed just fine so now it's time for us to find the Ronald McDonald House where we're staying for the duration of the surgery. Fortunately, it's not too far away along Michigan Avenue (now NE) to Quincy Street NE. Our home away from home for however long it takes...