Here's the Jefferson Memorial and the Tidal Basin today, Sunday, with the sun out and the temps back up where they belong in the 60s. Took my new iPhone out for test drive and, as you can tell, it has skills.
My father, a pilot who dropped parachutists at Normandy on D-Day, did not live to see the WWII Memorial built. I go by from time to time, hoping he's looking at it through my eyes. He'd be pleased, of course. It's design is controversial but on a day that's a 10 for beauty the grandeur shows off.
It was a sun-kissed day when Cleveland Harvey took me for a top-down drive around our suburban Virginia neighborhood. He was the older brother of a former boyfriend, but we had a friendship all our own, too. He was athletic, attractive, smart, funny. Life was simple and innocent. Parked by the river, enjoying spring weather much like today, he told me he had been drafted and was headed to Vietnam. I never saw him again; only the first of friends to go to that war and die.