I failed to update last night,mostly because it was all I could do to drag my exhausted carcass to the room and into bed.  Okay, it’s not that bad.  Let’s just say that we may be reaching that point in our lives where a vacation spent lounging poolside seems very appealing.  We crammed a lot into our day yesterday with the last couple of hours spent at the Pentagon.  We’d booked a tour and also planned to visit the 9-11 memorial there.  I’m getting tired of going places where no photography is allowed.  Numerous musuems , the White House, Pentagon,etc….oh sure, priceless pieces of art and government secrets need to be protected, but it sure does spoil my fun.  Speaking of fun, don’t try to have any with the security folks at the Pentagon. They don’t care to chat.  Your most dazzling smile is wasted on them.  It was creepy/impressive that they knew who we were when we walked up to the first guard gate.  We got off the Metro, strolled down the sidewalk following the signs that directed us to the visitor’s section for the Pentagon and when we entered the security building a guard asked, “Mr. and Mrs. Pullen?”  Gee, they know what they’re doing around there.  We weren’t the only folks taking a tour, perhaps we looked like the only yeehaws from Tennessee.  The honor guards that provided our tour were wonderful - two young men, one army and one navy, each looked about as old as my shoes.  Their duties include tours at the Pentagon, funeral services at Arlington, state functions, and so on.  They knew their stuff, too.

Oops - sorry for the abrupt stop.  The mister is putting his coat on and giving me the look.  Time to go put some mileage on my shoes and see what’s shaking in D.C. today.  More later!!