D.C. - Do Cavort

I’ve been to the mall twice in the last two days and didn’t see even one Huxtable sweater. I suppose my earlier sightings were merely anomalies – slight perversions in the delicate tapestry of fashion savvy consciousness.

My evening with Isaac was spent devouring Krispy Kreme chocolate donuts and enjoying “Take the Lead,” which I enjoyed immensely. It did introduce several plot points which were subsequently underdeveloped, but overall it was a delightful romp in an inner city school basement. A veritable Gershwin in the ghetto, a whimsical waltz of woebegone whelps - but I digress.

I’m developing a liking to public transportation – and an aversion to fried food.

This morning Isaac and I ventured to the National Holocaust Memorial Museum. What a sobering experience. The atrocities that took place in Europe during that time are unimaginable. The things that happened to those unlucky enough to be caught in the fervor of German conquest were unbelievable. Mass extermination, grotesque experimentation, merciless treatment. It is amazing to me that any one person could reach the point where they see a group of people as mere objects for their own disposal and benefit. It’s horrific. On the reverse, however, the stories of compassion, survival, and courage that have emerged because of the same circumstances are nothing short of inspirational.

I arrived at the airport two and half hours early for my flight. I don’t know that I’ve ever gone through the check-in and security screening process faster. This is ironic because I’m going on an international flight. Consequently I have 2 hours until my flight leaves and nothing to do. A ‘Maui Tacos’ stand is flashing its neon lights brightly in my direction. To the benefit of my lower intestine, I’ve already had lunch.

Anna Nicole Smith died this week. Will the world be changed?...probably not.