|Worst photo of the Pentagon ever. Thanks, Obama.|
We passed by Camden Yards and where the Ravens play. It was still really early, so the harbor was not crowded at all. We found parking and walked to the water to see the boats because that's what you do when you're at a harbor. Some sort of convention had to be going on, because we also saw a lot of people dressed rather interestingly.
|Eddie's obsession with ducks -- "look at their feet!"|
|Sports happen here|
|"What if you're 101?" Good question, love.|
Right in the middle of the plaza was a huge granite block with twisted iron on top. I immediately told Eddie that it had to be something about September 11. I didn't know this was here. We walked over and one of the Harbor Guides explained to me that the hash-marks line up with the shadow of the building behind us. It was the Trade Center in the harbor. Well, that did it. I thanked her and quickly walked away because I was already in tears, and Eddie, having no idea what was going on because of course he wasn't paying attention to what the woman was explaining to me, was chasing after me and asking me what happened. I sat on a bench and finally explained to him what it was and he was like, Ohh, yeah, I didn't hear her say that. You think? I usually do not cry in public, but this was unexpected. I was wearing sunglasses, so no one could really see I was crying, and I wasn't sobbing like a lunatic, so it all worked out okay. I returned to the plaza and read the explanation of what was there. It was a really nice tribute. And a great way to start the morning with all the crying and people with computers on their heads.
We stopped at the same rest stop as we did on the way down. There we found the world's most popular Wendy's. The line was 40 people deep and not budging.
|Apparently 3 minutes|