Sitting here at my computer, on my first day as a
purely private citizen for the first time in more than 50 years, I’m moved to
think about the city that I have adopted as home. Originally a native of Texas, the Lone Star
State, a place I left in 1962 without regret, and to which I’ve never returned,
although it remains in my heart and memory, I decided to remain in the
Washington, DC area (actually, just outside DC in Montgomery County, Maryland)
because it too has established a firm place in my psyche.
Having represented my country abroad for most of the
past half century, I’ve never had much chance to really get to know my own
country. Oh, I’ve made a number of road trips, and have driving from coast to
coast five or six times; but, I’ve never really ‘experienced’ my native
land. I had a year of traveling around
the country with colleagues during my attendance at the State Department’s
unwisely cancelled Senior Seminar from 2001 to 2002, just before going to
Cambodia, and that gave me a taste for the rich diversity that this country
represents; but, only a taste.
For the past month, since returning from my last
posting to Zimbabwe, I have been spending time really getting to know the
Washington area. I am impressed. This place has everything; expanses of
parkland and forest, rivers and streams, diverse wildlife and flora, culture,
and representatives of every nation, religion, language, and culture on
earth. Gourmands would salivate at the
cuisine offered in the region’s restaurants. The art galleries and museums
rival those of any other city on the planet. Riding the Metro is like being at
a UN meeting; you see everyone, and hear a dozen different languages being
spoken. As a writer, I find it a rich
source of inspiration and ideas for future projects.
But, what impresses me most, I think, is that
Washington, DC is a monumental city. I
don’t mean that in an epic sense, but literally. In and around the DC area there is a
monument, statue, or plaque to just about everything or everyone you can
imagine. The skyline is dominated by the
Washington Monument, a soaring phallic-shaped obelisk that sits in the
geographic center of Washington’s famous National Mall, between the Capitol
Building and the Lincoln Memorial, facing the White House, and surrounded by
memorials to those who have fought in the nation’s wars, some of our other
notable presidents, and such historic figures as the late Dr. Martin Luther
King, Jr.
Round any corner in DC, and you’re likely to find a
statue of a figure on horseback or a famous scientist, such as Albert
Einstein. On a gently sloping hill,
overlooking the Potomac River and the Mall, is Arlington National Cemetery, the
final resting place of many American heroes, from John F. Kennedy to three
Vietnam War-era Special Forces soldiers with whom I served in 1969, who were
interred with full military honors on August 30, 2012, after being missing for
over 40 years.
It strikes me that there’s perhaps no better place
to start getting to know the United States (and I don’t say America here,
because we’re just one part of America; can’t forget Canada, Mexico, and all
the countries to the south, which are part of North and South America). Here, just by walking around the Mall and
adjacent areas, you get over a college semester’s worth of the country’s
history; its wars, its troubles, and its efforts to overcome them. You can stand on the marble steps of the
Lincoln Memorial and gaze at the reflection of the Washington Monument in the
recently renovated Reflecting Pool; walk along the black slash in the peaceful
green hillside that is the Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial Wall; or look over at the
just visible memorial to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who ‘had a dream’ on
those steps under the solemn gaze of Abraham Lincoln, the man who held the
Union together against incredible odds, and saw the country through some of its
darkest days.
It’s only a starting point; I have some ambitious ‘retirement’
travel plans, with trips to Kansas in December and Arizona and New Mexico next
April; but what a starting point it is.
Washington’s Monuments will draw me back again and again; and, every
time, I know I’ll find some new treasure I missed before.
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