Kate and I were going to sit and enjoy some live jazz at the outdoor sculpture garden of the National Museum of Art last evening. But there was no sitting to be had. The place was crowded with people of all sorts, sizes and shapes, leaving little room for two to sit down on the grass or benches or fountainside curb. I think it was a combination of the nice weather and . . . and something else (it's always a combination of causes, you know - but I can't think of another right now).
So, we left the sculpture garden and walked around downtown DC until we stumbled upon - by crazy, random happenstance - ESPN Zone. How shiny is that? Had a nice meal there. Although in the "Bristol Room" where we sat it was a bit chilly. The air conditioning must have been cranked down a bit in anticipation of a combination of the large Friday night crowd and . . . something else.
Then we grabbed the Yellow Line Metro to almost home. Kate had parked the car at the Metro thinking we would get back after dark. But because of a combination of the cut-short Jazz and quick meal (See! Two things!) we got back before dark. No fears but we drove home anyway in the daylight.
All-in-all not a bad evening. Even though things didn't happen as planned. It's like the French (I think) say, "If you want to make God laugh, make plans."
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.