Duck Walk

Yesterday, Kate and I took a duck for a road trip into DC. Oh he was a real duck. Just not the kind with feathers and all. Didn't quack either. Except when the security guard in front of the J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building started to approach Groucho and me. Then Groucho did seem to get a little upset (Groucho isn't a cute name I call Kate, when she's acting a bit grouchy. It's the duck's name).

He was a colorfully painted paper cut-out duck from Erin's (my daughter's) preschool class in Meadville, PA. Her class sent the ducks all over to people whose task it was to take photos with the duck and send them back to the classroom. So, that's what we did. Groucho and we took the Metro into DC and saw some sights, ending up at the Kennedy Center, where the duck and we enoyed some Mozart and Bruckner. Here are some photos of Groucho and us along the way.