| Learning to ice skate at Cabin John park - the other one (by Montgomery Mall) |
I remember that, but I wasn't in school yet and it was the playground of the local elementary school. |
We went to a local high school for our sugar cubes, was it Walt Whitman? |
Trav's Inn! A guy I dated briefly took me out to Trav's Inn and I fell in love with the place! It seemed so much more down to earth than Georgetown where I was living at the time. |
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OMG - yes!
http://www.youjustmademylist.com/?p=2734 The middle picture brings back memories.
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The Presedential motorcade
Clinton jogging 1984 parade in DC celebrating the summer olympics Beach Boys on the mall for 4th of July The Hogs The Greaseman |
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When the HOV lanes stopped in Springfield.
Before Potomac Mills was built. When 123 was a two-lane road. |
| My first spin the bottle party - was actually with my cousin (another guy - did not kiss my cousin) at a Perry High School party. I was SSOOO shy. Could not kiss. |
It still is...down by Chain Bridge.
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| Willard Scott as the original Ronald McDonald. |
Ooops, should have said "all the way from I-95 to the Chain Bridge" at the end. |
| Watching the 1969 Nixon inauguration parade from the building where my dad worked, even though neither of my parents voted for him. Just to see the parade and maybe the president. |
| My entire family, 7 of us, (less my Dad) sitting in my living room listening to the radio for details on the assasination of President Kennedy. |
| Dating over my head, my dreamy Stoneridge girlfriend taking me to play tennis at Columbia CC, and Jimmy Connors showing up on the clay court next to us playing the club pro. We just stopped and sat down at a courtside table sipping a cold beverage watching the most incredible tennis I have seen in my life, 20 feet from the edge of the court. Jimmy was at his prime - the athleticism was amazing - fully extended reaching for most shots, his body airborne and parallel to the clay court. Quite an experience for a public school kid - and so was she. |
| A huge thank you to the 30 year old woman who picked me up at Tastee Diner and took me back to her home several blocks away on the opposite side of Wisconsin Ave. I was 17. The things you taught me. The uncountable nights when I return, as a boy, to your embrace. |