A week in Washington — ending up in Century City.
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The cheesy Internet age.
My driver, Bob Noah, was cheerily waiting for me. We went to a nearly empty Georgetown Safeway (it was almost midnight). I bought a few nothings and then went to my apartment and watched the Military Channel about the battle of Crete in World War II. What a story! What brave men were involved on both sides. Really astounding people, the Germans and the British. I need to learn more about it. A British officer named (I think) Leacock was a super hero there. Crete looks beautiful but I won’t ever go there.
Up and off to the new Walter Reed Army Medical Center for badly wounded warriors from Iraq and Afghanistan.
It is a cheerful building. They have put the medical part, the rehab part, and the administrative offices all very near each other, which is surprisingly uplifting.
What can I say? There are still men and they are still fighting and they are still losing their limbs and getting killed and they are almost all out of sight except within the military family.
What can I say except God bless them and we are humbled before them. On our knees before them. No legs. One arm. Other arm shattered. Still smiling. Still there. Still Americans. I walked down each hall in a state of shock that men can be as brave as these men are and that we do not have moments of prayer for them as a nation day by day.
There are “Fisher Houses” where the families stay. I met a woman who is there because her baby has a severe heart problem. The Army flew them to Bethesda to work on the baby. I held the baby in my arms. Two hundred and fifty heart beats per minute. God bless that child. God bless the parents and the Army.
Army Blue, Army Blue,
Hurrah for the Army Blue…
Then back to the Watergate for a long nap, and then off to dinner at Morton’s in Georgetown with Karl Rove and Aram Bakshian.
Both men looked well. Karl is working extremely hard to get a conservative government and to get the conservative point of view across. He is an amazingly hard-working man. We talked about the election. I guess it’s all confidential except that Karl is optimistic. Aram and I did not say much. We are optimistic if he’s optimistic.
A fine TV show on Fox with the magnificent Jenna Lee about the Eurozone problems. “Help them out,” say I. “If Europe goes under we’ll go under, too.” We had a lot of fun.
Then, Bob, my pal and driver, and I headed out to the Eastern Shore. I felt extremely upset after a talk with a doctor about someone close to me who had serious mental problems. I felt suicidal.
But I slept in the car, and soon we were in Oxford. Like a homing pigeon, I am endlessly drawn to Oxford. It has cute houses. The perfect Anglican church right on the Bay, and great sunset views. Maybe I should have a home there. No, that would ruin it. Besides, I cannot handle all of the homes I have already. Oxford would be too much.
Bob and I admired a vintage 1956 Mercury Montclair Coupe of aqua blue, then drove back towards Easton. We drove down Bailey’s Neck. Wooded. Green. Mansions. Water. Perfect.
Then to the Tidewater Inn. The night was glorious, Seventy degrees. No humidity. No insects. Crabcakes. Was I really suicidal a few hours ago? Now, I feel great. Many men and women came over and greeted me. I like being known.