Six in formation shrieked overhead as I stood in front of this building, having made my weekly visit to an almost 100-year-old former Garrett Parker who lives there.
I like to do occasional city walks: I get on the 8:13 MARC train (they rarely charge me anything for it; I think they only want to deal with regulars who flash cards at them, not people who pay cash) and in no time I’m at Union Station, where the government shutdown features a quiet city, the angles of its monumental buildings super-sharp in full sunlight.
I walked from one station (Union St.) to another (Judiciary Sq.), and then metro’ed to Friendship Heights, where, after the visit with my friend, I once again metro’ed home. Mr UD picked me up at our local stop.
I’m now tired and pleasantly chilled.