Old Haunts

Domestic-6 and I are about to catch a flight out of here. We are headed to Washington, DC. Yes, I know that a lot of people are going to be scratching their heads wondering why I would want to go there. The fact is that I have a secret.

I was born in Washington DC.

Okay, not *in* DC, but in the shadow of DC. Domestic-6 and I both have the weekend off, so we decided to go travel a bit, and the airfare was cheaper than Chicago or New York. So, we are going to go and see the sights, and I am going to show her the cradle of my childhood. Sometimes I do miss Virginia very much. I have such fond memories of the place, and the lifelong friends I made there. I remember my father driving down the lanes and roads of McLean, and the way that the trees grew overhead and met in a steeple. It was like driving down a green cathedral dappled in sunlight. There would be mild winters, and warm, lazy summers. I used to leave the window open when I went to sleep, and gently drift off to the sound of the trees rustling in the wind as ghostly shimmers in the moonlight.

Granted, we are going to spend most of our time at the tourist traps, but I will save for us a few hours in a corner of land where, even now, I can remember it's topography, and can wander through it when I close my eyes. I am sure that it will have changed, and drastically so. Still, it will be good to see where I grew up. As much as I love the great state of Texas, Virginia will always have a place in my heart.

Respectfully Submitted,
-doc Russia