Our docent made it a fascinating tour--as she had taught in the girls' school attached to the cathedral for forty-four years and knew the history of the building from personal experience. One of the dogs carved in the stone was her very own dog--"a stupid Bassett Hound" who was immortalized in the ceiling. She remembered being in the congregation there when Martin Luther King preached his last sermon, two or three days before his assassination. She remembered many inaugural services there--and let Jackson sit in the seat assigned to the president, pointing out that she remembered Bill Clinton sitting there and Hillary sitting in the spouse seat beside him. "After the next election, they will swap chairs," she said--hopefully.
(I'm still hoping Bernie sits in Jackson's chair--but time will tell....)
I'm at Mike's today and he has a surprise trip planned for the next few days--though he hasn't revealed the destination yet.
The trip to Virginia was wonderful! Carlene and I throughly enjoyed our road trip and time with the kids, big and little. My first grandson is now the tallest person in our family and I'm still getting used to his new man's voice.
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