We've begun our seminars downtown. They're pretty cool. Work starts Monday.
Plenty of time today to do a bit of site seeing before the afternoon session.
The Petersen House, or the House Where Lincoln Died, was just a few blocks away, so we hit it first.
Just a couple rooms, nothing spectacular, though it was kind of neat being in the room Lincoln died. The Ford Theatre is across the street. Maybe we'll get to it one of these days.
Ben, Alex, Morgan, Gavin and me.
Apparently, because he was so tall, Lincoln died laying diagonally on the bed. The bed in the room is the same size as the original, which is owned by the Chicago Historical Society.
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Gavin, Alex and I walked over to the White House, harassed lazy squirrels and just kind of farted around.
The Washington Monument isn't nearly as big as I remember.
My sister and her boyfriend, Jon, joined Ben and I to watch the Packers/Giants game Sunday.
Bad game. Won't say anything about it except that it was fun to get together and eat some burgers, quesadillas and veggies, and drink some beer.
3 comments:
Oh dear, thank goodness you didn't get arrested at the White House, dear. You look like a deranged tourist.
Two dark days in history, those are.
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