We ate a light brekkie for “free” (TANSTAAFB) and took off to town. Our first goal was Arlington, and we got there, but couldn’t find a way in. Instead, we visited the Pentagon and the Pentagon Memorial. The idea was fairly clever, but Rusty basically found it kind of ugly, and was fascinated more by the planes flying in, way too low over the Pentagon. But I knew she wanted in, so I kept going, and found a pedestrian gate open, at Area Section 51. So we saw newly-potted guys, and Civil War guys (a lot of civilians from then, in Section 27; whuzzup with that?), including one guy who bought the farm on my -92nd birthday. Rusty took lots of pictures of stones of female veterans.
Then off to downtown. We found spendy street parking and went to the Smithsonian American History museum.I found a lot of the exhibits kind of lightweight, and since Rusty is not the sort to do things sequentially and read everything, I didn’t get as much out of it as I could have. We both enjoyed Julia Child’s kitchen, and kind of grooved on the Choate house. She got many pics of me in the musical instruments, but failed in her attemps to photograph the Ruby Slippers. But then on 3 E, I went into the bathroom, didn’t hear Rusty say where she was going, and we lost each other…which was compounded by cell phone malfunction. We finally got together but decided to call it a day for sight-seeing and went back to the room to mellow.