33 years later
This is our last full day in D.C., and I have to admit I'm looking forward to the steps that will be coming next. One thing I have to admit, though, is that D.C. had (and still has) a lot to offer. Literally behind each corner you'll find something of interest and/or historic value. While D.C. is not quite New York, you won't be bored either.
It was hot today, 95 degrees in the shadows and almost one hundred percent humidity, the third day in a row. Almost unbearable. Anyway, we didn't want to sit in our apartment all day long and strolled along Connecticut Avenue where we happened to stumble along the Washington Hilton Hotel, the place where President Reagan was shot in 1981.
The images of the wall where the assassination attempt occured, with the large bricks, in front of the building, and with Reagan stepping out of the side door were burned into my visual memory ever since then.
In the aftermath of the attack, the hotel had covered the once free standing exit door with a garage like shelter, but nonetheless the place looked immediately familiar to me. I may have renewed my memory subconsciously by recent visits to the NEWSEUM's pulitzer price gallery, but Ronald Edmonds's images where clearly strong enough to withstand the test of time. Try a Google image search to compare the photos now and then and take a look at the map of the area around the hotel.