I took Friday off so I could drive to our nations capital to attend A Gathering of Eagles. Mapquest said 6+ hours, and 470 some miles. I left early in a freezing, drizzly rain. The roads were wet but not icy, and I made good time until I started getting into the serious mountains around Morgantown, WV; then it looked like this:
Just brutal icy slush covered the interstate, with heavy wet snow coming down in seriously big flakes. I white-knuckled it for the next 200 miles through WV, Maryland and into Virginia. Just as soon as the snow changed back to rain and the earth became reasonably flat again, I ran right into Washington DC bumper to bumper rush hour gridlock.
I finally got to my hotel and hooked-up with Harrison for dinner and drinks, which was the highlight of the day.
I got up early Saturday morning and rode the train to the Foggy Bottom Metro station, (no real point here, I just like to write “Foggy Bottom”), then walked about a mile to Constitution Avenue and the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.
The Park Service Police had set up fences to separate the anti-war protesters from the pro-victory forces, and there was a screening station with metal detectors for anyone who wanted to get to The Wall. The Police did a very good job in my opinion.
Eagles to the left of me
Moonbats to the right
It was obvious to me that Eagles outnumbered hippies by a wide margin, but every time I saw a news crew, they were following around the anti-war slobs like they were celebrities. It was really disappointing, but not unexpected.
More Black Leather than Bike Week in Daytona
I found a spot along the fence in front of the Vietnam Memorial, right next to this really huge guy (wearing a ball cap) and across from my favorite sign.
Code Pink meets some resistance
Every Eagle around where I stood kept their cool, I’d guess a thousand or so anti-war protesters walked the gauntlet on Constitution Avenue.
Moonbats on Parade
I didn’t feel like I made much of a difference, but I’m glad I went.