The Big Picture –
By Glynn Wilson –
WASHINGTON, D.C. — It seems only fitting that my last dateline Washington column is about the White House and falls on Father’s Day.
It feels like the end of another era.
How many of those milestones may a person experience in a life? In a time when change is coming on so fast in society it’s hard for the average human to keep up, these changes seem to come along way more often than is psychologically healthy. But that seems to be one hallmark of the times we live in.
There is some good news to report. Some things happened here in the past month that made me feel like I was joining the rest of the human race in finally getting past the isolation of the Trump-Covid era.
What’s next? I don’t fully know yet, but I have some hints. For today, however, I want to focus somewhat on the past.
Thanks to the generosity and connections of a couple of National Park Service rangers, and the relentless and enthusiastic patriotism of a lady friend traveling the country with a dog in an RV, it turns out my final weeks in Washington involved one last visit to the White House.
As I sit here in an amazing campsite in a national park campground and contemplate the scene and everything that’s happened here over the past decade, now thinking about what I saw in the nation’s capital city in my final weeks here, a couple of memories stand out.
As we entered the East Wing and studied the pictures on the wall, a couple of moments come to mind. My dad did not live to see Atlanta Braves home run slugger Hank Aaron break Babe Ruth’s home run record, who hit number 715 on May 1, 1975. And he was not alive to see Aaron meet with President Jimmy Carter in the Oval Office.
My dad, Eschol Wilson, died on March 5, 1973, after the Washington Post broke the story that the King of Rock and Roll, Elvis Presley, met with President Richard Nixon in the Oval and volunteered to act as a spy for the FBI on the hippies protesting the Vietnam War on the National Mall in Washington. Nixon thanked Elvis but demurred on the spy gig. He did get the White House staff photographer to snap a picture that is now the most requested photograph from the National Archives, believe it, or not.
My mom loved Elvis, but dad took me to many baseball games in Atlanta back when Aaron was breaking Babe Ruth records.
Carter is now on his deathbed in hospice care in Georgia and could die any day now. It will be a sad week in Washington. I will be long gone.
Of course Eleanor Rosalynn Carter died on Nov. 19, 2023 at the age of 96, one of the great First Ladies in this country’s storied history.
Old Ebbitt Grill
After the White House tour, my companion and I split a classic burger at the historic Old Ebbitt Grill down the street, and topped it off with a Bloody Maryland, a Bloody Mary with a big Chesapeake Bay shrimp.
Our bartender’s name was Drew, and he went above and beyond the call of duty to serve us.
Old Post Office Tower
Next we did something else I’ve wanted to do for a long time. We visited the Old Post Office Tower, the second highest tower in Washington next to the Washington Monument, with a clock and bells that are still rung when Congress goes into session. It’s a separate entrance behind the government owned building which is now a Waldorf Astoria hotel, once the home of the Trump International Hotel, where people who wanted to curry favor with Trump used to stay for inflated prices and hang out with the likes of Rudi Giuliani.
The view from the tower is pretty amazing. That’s the Environmental Protection Agency across the street.
Jazz in the Garden
After remaining mostly isolated in forested campgrounds over the past three and a half years, the past month has seemed almost like a coming out party. A few weeks ago I heard from Candi Frank, who was planning to visit Washington to see the sites and camp in the Greenbelt National Park Campground. We met here two years ago, but that trip for her got cut short and she finally made it back to see many of the things she wanted to see in the nation’s capital.
Thanks to her, I did one of the most interesting and fun things I’ve done in all my years here. Every Friday night in the spring and summer, the National Gallery of Art holds an event in the adjoining Sculpture Garden called Jazz in the Garden. We paid the $35 for a pitcher of Sangria on ice and listened to a great jazz band on a fine spring day.
It will have to serve as the last party I will attend in Washington, and it was one of the best. We will be breaking down the campsite and packing up on Sunday and heading out Monday for the Catoctin Mountains for a few days. There are a couple of options on where the media camper van will head next. As they like to say on the Tube, stay tuned.
Related: My first visit to the White House when Trump was the occupant.
Photo Essay: A White House Tour
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Happy travels! I’ll keep reading.
I’m here in Greenbelt/DMV for at least a few more years. I’ve got a spouse, kids, a job and a mortgage plus a lot of history keeping me here. Would love the open road sometime
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