Here's a lousy shot of Scott, Stacy, Jamie, Casey, and the various kids that belong to them in some fashion or another (one was Scott's niece), whom I went to DC with, sitting on the lawn of the National Mall.
They're all wearing matching shirts in the spirit of togetherness and the holiday.
They provided me with one to wear as well, but, not having it in my nature to give in to a group mind, and being a jerk who tends to refuse to get into the spirit of things, I opted not to wear mine, though I did appreciate the gesture. Also, while I do consider them friends and was glad to have been invited along, I don't really consider myself part of the group in the way in which the rest of them do (that's totally my issue, and not the result of some lack of inclusiveness on their part).
But mostly I'm just a jerk.
Here's a really lousy shot of the fireworks.
It is, however, the best shot of the bunch. My camera doesn't really work well in low-light settings, and so I'm not able to adequately share with you the magnificence of the fireworks as they went off behind the Washington Monument. Sorry.
And that's pretty much it for the visual portion of my trip to DC. Later I will provide much more detailed analysis of it all.
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Nice shot of that bald whackjob's head in that pic of the group. For those keeping score at home, that is also 4/7 of the DND group for which Heimdall is graciously creating art.
In case anyone reading has not heard the news, there were nearly 500,000 metro riders that day. Including alternate means of transportation and residents, there was officially a buttload of people on and around the National Mall on July 4th. I'll leave Heimdall to share his stories about what that meant for those that heeded the call of nature.
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