John Sack was a great and creative writer. He had a personal style of storytelling that was truely unique. I had the pleasure of meeting him while he was covering the activities of an old unit of mine in the North Arabian Sea. He later met up with us in Kandahar. I had a lot of time to talk to him on the ship and in Kandahar. When he got back to the states his health suddenly declined. This past holiday season I had the chance to visit him several times while I was in San Francisco. I am greatful that he had the time to spend with me and considered me a friend. Towards the end he told me he was in a lot of pain and would welcome death ... I know he's in a much more comfortable place now. And pieces of him will live on in everyone lucky enough to have met him. {obituary}
This is a freight train crossing the trestle from Washington, D.C. to Alexandria, Va. I took this picture earlier today from the Yellow Line Metro. I was on my way back from National Airport seeing off my friends Karl and James. They are headed back to the sun of Florida.
The Famed 42 Route
This is the 42 bus. It starts in Mount Pleasant, goes through Adams-Morgan and Dupont, and straight through the majority of downtown. This is the bus I ride most often.
