Friday night I went to the Greek Taverna with some of my friends. We all ate one variety or the other of gyro. It is my mom's favorite place to eat in DC. Not only does The Greek Taverna have the best gyros in DC, they also have Saginaki -- Flaming Cheese!
Native Americans no longer seem a politically correct symbol of Thanksgiving, even though it started out as a harvest celebration from American Indian culture. Today the historical context of the Thanksgiving tradition is easier forgotten than explained. Aside from eating, to today's individuals it marks the beginning of Christmas decorating.
You'll have to take my word for it that these birds are above the White House. I walked over there today to see the concrete foundations they poured for the Inauguration platform. I recently updated some photos in my portfolio. That, you can see for yourself.
I saw this man fiddling with a flask in his jacket. I waved and the conversation started. Peter told me he was the president of the World Bank. He said they made him president because he was a general who won many wars. He said his hat was native to his home country the Ukraine. When he took his wallet out to offer me a dollar for taking his picture he also displayed an Anchor Mental Health identification card. I can at least be pretty sure he was Ukrainian from his accent. He is a real pleasant man and one of the many internationally vagrant persons in Washington DC.
Sandra, my dear friend since high school flew back to Chicago today. I think she'll have had a good time looking back, but we began to irritate each other. Over the past couple years DC has become my home, so every time she criticized it for its crappy metro ticket system, or bus fare machines that don't give change, or the incompatibility of the subway and bus payment systems I became defensive (even though I'm known to complain of the same things). She did say that our trains are cleaner and more comfortable, but at the same time couldn't believe people didn't drink coffee on their morning commute (no food or beverages on the trains). In Chicago they may eat breakfast on the train to work, but this is the U.S. Government's city and the government likes to keep a clean appearance. For instance, every time I see someone painting, or polishing brass fixtures I immediately think of sailors. One thing you can be sure of is that every single ship in the Navy's Fleet, at this very moment and always, is being painted. I swear.
