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The Great American Roadtrip 2.0

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Day 1: Getting to DC

San Francisco, United States


Stepping out of my office on Friday night, just after 7pm, I began my Great American Roadtrip, 2.0. I dub it 2.0 because I'm joining my sweetie Jared, who started said road trip back on September 1st. He drove from Oakland, our home, north east to NY and then to DC to meet me. (Check his adventures getting there on http://blogabond.com/JRadhirsch ) So he gets to have the 1.0 leg of the trip.

My first "wow, never saw that before" moment was exiting the BART train at SFO airport, and going up the escalator to pass through the coolest artistic treatment for a public transit station ever. I didn't expect to see anything that cool, and so my camera was packed... but I think it really deserves a video. Kinetic art. Worth taking BART to SFO, methinks. Check it out when you can.

I got to experience a new kind of security check at the airport, and was told to stand in a vertical cylinder while they shot high speed blasts of air at me. Made me feel as though I had survived acting in a bad Sci Fi film.

The flight was good as I slept through most of it. I needed that. Especially since I hit the ground running upon my welcome to DC, our nation's capitol. Next...

permalink written by  Justine Smith on September 22, 2008 from San Francisco, United States
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Day 2: First Day in DC, part One

Washington, United States


My day starts at 5 am, when the pilot announces that we are preparing for the landing. I slept so hard that my window seat did me no good. But DC looks nice from the plane pre-sunrise. Get off the plane 20 minutes early and my ever-faithful sweetie and our host, Robert (aka Booster to his friends) are waiting for me. Robert is a DC native, and a self described Political Junkie. So we couldn't have asked for a better tour guide. From the airport, we decided to hit the downtown DC, and see the memorials that you think of when you think DC. Details to follow, but photos will have to wait until I get them from Jared. He was the only one able to take photos on Saturday, for logistical reasons I won't bore you with.

Lincoln Memorial. Wow. I was so moved by the execution of the building and statue, and the way the light hits Lincoln at 6 am is unbelievable. It makes you think they knew what they were doing when they planned the city with the main axis facing the direction it does. Also, the sheer scale of Lincoln will take your breath away. I've seen that statue a million times in movies, photos, etc... but nothing prepared me for how magnificent he was sitting in that chair. My hat is off (!) to his sculptor. Inscribed in the walls on either side of him were some of his words of wisdom, one of which everyone knows the first line of (four score - I'll say no more), but reading further gave me pause for thought. He saw such potential in the continued effort for justice and equality in this country. I can't imagine anyone reading what he said and not being moved - deeply - by it. The place is powerful. Assessment: Most excellent and highly recommended.

Next up, The Mall. Many great people have stood on one end or the other of this space, and it reaches out almost to infinity. Imagining hundreds of thousands of people crowding the place, unified for a cause, gave me shivers as I looked down toward the Washington Monument. I walked down the steps that Martin Luther King Jr. stood on as he gave his most famous speech, "I Have A Dream." I felt him there. The place has a power that is indescribable because of what has happened there, but it also is powerful because of the way it is designed. Simplicity, once again, packs a wallop. The reflecting pond (Jared notes that DC is very fond of them, and Robert notes that the designer of many of those ponds loved the sky) defines the space, but the trees that line the perimeter of the space and give you an intimate feeling. One of separation from the city that hustles and bustles around you. They are densely packed and remind me of Central Park in Manhattan. Spectacular.

Walking down The Mall, we come to the WWII Memorial. Robert tells us that the memorial placement was originally proposed to be in the center of the reflecting pool, but they instead incorporated it at the end, where it shines. The detail they put into every little aspect took my breath away. (You'll hear me say things like that a lot when it comes to DC.) Much of the detail must be described in photos. Again, see Jared's blog. I was impressed by the inclusion of women, their sacrifices, and recognition of what a huge contribution they made in the war effort. The first memorial to do so when it was built. Of course, this is a mixed bag for me. I am anti-war. Of all the wars this nation has fought, I approve of very few, and even those make me wince. But the things that people sacrifice when they believe a noble cause is worth fighting for... I cannot help but want them to be honored and recognized for that. Okay, enough soapbox. On to the Washington Monument.

On the Washington Monument: it is HUGE. Actually, HUGE doesn't begin to describe its scale. After all these years, I though I understood that it was big. But approaching it and standing next to it... I was taken aback by its mass. Over the few days I was in DC, I noticed that it was omnipresent. There seemed to be nowhere in DC you couldn't see it from. Wow. Try standing at its base, looking up, and taking small steps back from it. I dare you not to experience vertigo by the 3rd or 4th step. It just keeps going, and going... Interesting enough, the color changes about a quarter of the way up. I was told that this is because the Civil War began, and they had to suspend construction. (Thanks, Robert!)

We look to the end of this walk, see the Capitol Building (more on that later) and walk back toward Lincoln. Veer to the right and there is the Vietnam Memorial. This was at the top of my list for destination places in DC. It's maybe 8am by now. My dad had given me a name - William David Dorfman - to look for. This was the son of a woman he was friends with in Birmingham, AL back in the late 50's. I flipped through the book they keep on the premises to help you locate the name on the wall, as the names on the wall are arranged by date of casualty. The book tells you things like their rank, where they were from, date of birth. It's not an easy book to flip through. The book is thick. Then, you find their placement on the Wall. You walk down that path, and it overwhelms you. Not a dry eye in the house. At least, not in my house. It is by far the most beautiful, haunting and profound memorial I have ever visited. The classes that I took which discussed the design and history of it did not prepare me for the reality of it. Go, remember and pass it on. War is tragic and the price is too high. Let's learn to be nice to each other and practice diplomacy. Let's not build any more of those beautiful walls. Thanks, though, to Maya Lin for having the inspiration for a completely new approach to memorials.

Walking back to the car and ready for breakfast, I was glad to stumble upon the Korean War Memorial. My dad fought in that war, and it is dubbed The Forgotten War by those who do speak of it. It was perhaps the first war that was fought by this country without good cause, and many of those who joined the effort did so because they were confident that the government's decisions regarding war were always honorable. This notion was shattered in that war for many. This memorial was also designed by Maya Lin, and the desire for statues of soldiers by veterans led her to approach it in a different way. The soldiers, rather than posed in some confident stance, walk through vegetation with various facial expressions and positions of anticipation, fear, courage... the list goes on. It humanizes them in a way I've not seen before. You walk around them and imagine what it was to walk through a strange land, armed and uncertain of what lies ahead. Again, I was moved to tears.

This is a lot of emotion to experience before 9am, folks. I was exhausted. And hungry. And tired. Hungry won. We went for breakfast. And then I took a nap for 4 hours. Zzzzzzzzzz.

Part 2 coming soon. I find my penchant for detail exceeds my typing speed. :)


permalink written by  Justine Smith on September 20, 2008 from Washington, United States
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Day Two, Part 2

Washington, United States


After meeting Booster's amazing Pop, Joe (an amazing man with equally amazing stories), and taking a nap despite ourselves (who wants to sleep when there is so much to see!) we regrouped, brought Boo to work and sat in the parking lot with a map. We had gone to all of the places that were on my list already, with the exception of the Smithsonian Museum, which was being saved for Sunday. What to do with our Saturday night? A look at the map, clustered with numerous places I've always heard of and been curious about, took us somewhere I never thought, "I want to visit that someday"... Arlington National Cemetery.

When I hear those two words, a singular vision comes to mind - simple white headstones on a rolling green lawn landscape, stretching as far as the eye can see. But it turned out to be much more than that. I think Jared's blog describes my perspective of it quite well (go ahead and read it now, if you want... I'll wait, hehe) but there are always things that stand out to the individual and that's mostly what I'll be covering here.

For one, the landscape is more varied than I had imagined. There is lots of lawn, yes, but there is a stunning array of tree species, and lots of them, quantity-wise. Struck me as quite the habitat for birds and other animals. 650 acres, and not near full.

Another striking thing to me was that not everyone in the cemetery was a soldier, or even killed in battle. Had you served honorably in the Armed Forces, you were eligible. But the list goes on. I've provided the official link here, for your reading pleasure: http://www.arlingtoncemetery.org/funeral_information/guide.interment.html
There were spouses, children, parents, politicians - the presence of so many people that were related to this calling reminded me of how many people are affected by those who choose to serve. It astounds.

We visited the grave site of JFK, and Jackie was buried next to him. The eternal flame there inspired a quiet respect in those that visited, as did the signs instructing, "Silence and Respect." They had two (very) young children buried right next to them, a son only two days old, and the other, known only as "Daughter." Jared told me that was probably because of the Catholic tradition of not naming your child until Baptism. This trip is an endlessly educational experience for me in so many ways. Kennedy's words were engraved in walls around the site, and I am moved once again by the honor this simple treatment does the principals of a person. In effect, it says that these words are so important that they should be preserved in one of nature's most long-lasting mediums, or at least I feel that was the intent. Surprisingly, one of the walls with words had begun to fade into illegibility and that reminded me that nothing material is permanent. It is more important that we pass these principals down through our stories, memories and beliefs - that is where the true immortality is kept. But there's nothing like seeing a quote that has moved so many to do so much good written in stone. Yay for those that chose to do it that way as well.

Other highlights: seeing the memorials dedicated to the astronauts of both the Columbia and the Challenger, that of a crew that died at sea on the USS Maine in 1898, with the original mast preserved, a walk around the beautiful architectural structure where hundreds could gather for burial ceremonies, and last but not least, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. I had no idea what I was in for when we got there. Again, Jared's blog on this is a beautiful and detailed description, but it moved me so much that I must comment on it as well. Certainly, a book could be written on the hour or so that we visited this one aspect of the cemetery.

Throughout our walk, the realization of the respect and comradery by those who have served and are now serving was striking, but no more so than when we witnessed the ceremony and ritual of the soldiers who guarded the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. If you are unfamiliar, this tomb exists to honor those who were killed in battle in such a way that they could not be identified, or MIA soldiers. The inscription on the tomb reads, "Here rests in honored glory an American Soldier known but to God." This is a tradition that many, many countries practice, and one I again hope will not be needed in the future. Let us remember, but not repeat. History repeats itself... until it does not. Let that be our stand. In the meantime, this ceremony is an extraordinary demonstration of our appreciation to those who served, and there was no other area in Arlington that felt as sacred as this place for those who had no one name.

The ritual has been observed 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, no matter the weather, since 1938. That alone boggles my mind. The day we visited, it was a beautiful, warm high-70s day. The soldier walking the space in front of the tomb wore an impeccable, 100% wool uniform, as did every soldier on duty, no matter the time of year. Their preparation for the ritual, which might last as little as 30 minutes or as long as two hours, was consistent and took SIX HOURS. The training for this position is one of the most difficult and rare honors that a soldier can achieve in the armed forces. Any branch is eligible. Few that apply eventually qualify, and it is one of the most honored positions one can receive. We learned much of this while watching the ritual, through the amazing technology of Jared's Knowledge Box... aka the iPhone. Google "tomb of the unknown soldier" and prepare to be amazed.

I must spare the details (remember that book I promised it would take to describe it all?) but needless to say there is an amazingly exact precision to the repeated movements, and more amazing is the symbolism behind those movements. 21 steps across the path in front of the tomb. 21 seconds between certain routines. On one side of the mat they walk, a fist precedes the transfer of the gun to the shoulder always facing you as they walk down the path. The list goes on. And on. As the cemetery was closing, a changing of the guards took place. A commander brought out a soldier to replace the one who had been walking while we had watched, mesmerized. It took 10 minutes. A new language was presented. One where the word, "Attention" had only one syllable. One where you might be able to figure out what was being said if the actions were repeated a few times and context helped you place it. The words by the commander at the beginning of this ceremony had power. We were told to stand and be silent, and not a person in the crowd hesitated to do so. It made me think not only of the respect that this inspired, but also the unconditional obedience that it created. This is partially what makes military units worldwide successful. But that is fodder for another essay.

In short, I was once again moved. This time, unexpectedly. A welcome event. Certainly, one of the reasons I have chosen this road trip. Thanks, Arlington National Cemetery.

We left Arlington, and headed for the Jefferson Monument. The sun had set, and we knew that another vital (vital!) aspect of the memorial/monument series was seeing them lit up at night. Because of its placement in relation to The Mall, we had bypassed Jefferson that morning. Parking at the lot set aside for visitors to the monument turned out to provide quite the nice walk around the lake that the monument backs up to. So beautiful. Jared saying, "Good Evening" to those we walked by returned a surprising number of "Hello"s. People are nice all over. I just knew it. :)

The monument itself was similar in magnificence to Lincoln's... the open air architecture, with Doric columns (yes, a reminder crash course in the three common styles of Roman columns in DC, everywhere you go! Doric, Corinthian and Ionic! Yay for trivial yet historical information!) and a massive sculpture of a great (if not perfect) man with his words inscribed in stone. (Pardon the broken record of "words recorded in stone." Hey, if it's not broke, why fix it? Effective is, as effective does.) Inspiration is exhausting and inspirational.

Having built up a mighty and inspiring appetite, we went for dinner. After a bit of a detour that took us through a few neighborhoods in DC (got as far as DePont Traffic Circle, and boy, are there a lot of traffic circles in DC!) we ended up having dinner at our friend Boo's restaurant where he worked. Fantastic food, and great ambiance. If you are ever in McLean, VA (just across the bridge from DC) check out J. Gilbert's. Yum yum. Their crab bisque was fantastic.

After that, it was "home" again, for more sleep. Thanks to Boo for sacrificing his bed and making us feel so at home. Praise for him only starts here. There is much more coming as a result of Sunday, my Day Two Experience. But as it is currently Day Six of my trip, and I am just now through with the telling of Day One... hang in there, folks. More is on the way. It may take a little while, but this story must be told. In the meanwhile, there is always Jared's blog to keep you up to date. :)

permalink written by  Justine Smith on September 20, 2008 from Washington, United States
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