Every so often I would look up and survey those around me; an elderly man caught my eye in particular. It would have been hard to miss him; if you didn't notice his bright red three-piece suit, it would be even harder to miss the extravagant 24” feather in his matching red felt fedora. Women came by looking like June Cleaver, their hair perfectly coiffed into victory rolls and other period styles. Military wore their dress uniforms. Many, like me, arrived in modern day clothing. Patriotic colors were plentiful. One man, dressed in period garb, had brought his French Horn, and entertained the waiting crowd with selections from the 1940s, anthems of the various military branches, and The Yellow Rose of Texas in honor of Ms. Coffey’s home state.
In the blink of an eye, she was gone. The conversations around me ranged from Wow, what a great opportunity! 108, can you imagine? to disgruntled complaints about the short sighting, but I didn’t stick around to hear any more. Disgruntled myself for having been unnecessarily shoved around by the crowd, I slipped through those who lingered and made my way back to the Metro.
Not too much later, I walked into Killer ESP in Alexandria to meet Abby for a latte. Sitting side by side on bar stools, we chatted quietly over her cappuccino and my toasted almond and pear and cardamom half-and-half gelato. I think all of the LCU students are ready to come home. DC has been a phenomenal experience, one that I wouldn't trade for the world, but it's time to go home.
On another note... It's settled: my officemates and I are going to go bike riding tomorrow from Alexandria to Mt. Vernon: