June 4th, 1998

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on the road again

Here we are on the Pennsylvania Turnpike in the middle of the night on the way to washington D.C., our nation's showplace. Martha has been driving forever and Jennifer is asleep in the back eat of her mother's Oldsmobile. Suddenly, it seems that the once smooth turnpike has turned to bumps. I have occupied the front passenger seat, which some so lovingly call shotgun, though my feelings about firearms prohibit me from employing this colloquialism.

all along the side of the road, truck drivers are found to have called It a night, slumbering in the cabins of their vehicles in the occasional widening. This option is becoming more and more attractive as the clock ticks onward and the miles gather behind us. I suppose that there is an element of danger to roadside camping, but at this point in my life, death isn`t all that frightening.

The odd part is that i never really even considered sleeping on the side of the road to be personally scary. Actually, my first thought was that it would make a pretty good story to spice-up the voyage so far. And that as a general rule, sleeping outside is pretty cool in limited quantities. And, that checking into a hotel for six hours approaches a definition of futility in my mind.

This attitude is probably a condition of a theme-park youth in which fearful experiences were controlled substances with happy endings. I just can't concieve of disasterous consequences. This is probably dangerous. I cope by putting things like this into the future, until suddenly the future merges with the present and it is too late to even attempt to avert disaster or whatever. This way the responsibility shifts from worry to cope.

Reading Douglas Coupland's Life After God was a very good thing f0r me, I think. Sometime, very soon, i imagine, I will go through it again and take some quotes that were particularly good.
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showplace

Now i am on a standard issue twin bed in room 236 of Village C at Georgetown University while Martha is showering and Jennifer is being welcomed to the NAWE conference. I, fresh as a daisy just exited the shower, in this room in which i am a castaway.

In this regard, Jenna has saved the day for us. The people at the conference believe that Jennifer has a roommate named Jenna Caron. We, however, know better as jenna is known to be holding down the fort at Toad Lane Cooperative House for the weekend. Armed with this knowledge, we have a place to stay though we do not have a key or access card, putting us at the mercy of the conference schedule.

when the showering is completed, we will have some time to explore the area. Actually, we have a huge amount of hours to fill with a 9:30 rendezvous scheduled.

By the time we were ready to go, it was about 2:30 PM. Though we considered taking a bus, we ended-up walking int0 the lincoln monument. It was probably not the most direct route, but there were nice paths for walking and biking most of the way. After this hike and a visit to the Korean War memorial (with an unplanned visit to the veterans of WW (I?) of D.C. monument), we went down to the mall to explore the Smithsonian which was open until 5:30.

This was a nice surprise, as i assumed that the city went to sleep at 4:30. an even better surprise was that the art museums were open until 8:00. It suddenly looked much easier to find a way to fill the time. our museum trip included an excursion fo the castle, Arts & Industry, Hirshorn, several gardens, and a film called frozen from China.
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