While we aren’t able to deliver you all turkeys like Marion Barry, know that today we are thankful for all of you, dear readers.
I went for an early morning bike ride today, ahead of this evening’s eventual turkey feast, down from the Capitol, up past the Smithsonians and the Washington Monument, and I paused to ride around the District of Columbia War Memorial, which memorializes those District residents who died for their country in the Great War. From there, it was past the King Memorial, the FDR, and down through West Potomac Park.
I am immensely thankful for these amazing sights and sites as I rode through the city that I love. This city is not perfect, no place is, but so much of this autumn has been visual reminder of the incredible grandeur of this city in the bright sunshine and in the pouring rain. I am thankful for her monuments, for her government (the city’s), for her neighborhoods from the beautiful Victorians of Bloomingdale to the row houses of historic Anacostia. Yes, for bike lanes, but also for all the great barbershops and take-aways with their delicate and uncertain art of mumbo sauce.
Thank you, DC, for being incredible. May your day be peaceful, your meals be filling, and the whole day a reminder of this incredible place we all share.