Our hotel is at the foot of Francis Scott Key Bridge. Here we're walking back from dinner towards our hotel (the building with the little pitched roof in the upper left corner). This bridge has some history for me personally. While in Marine Corps Officer Candidate School in Quantico, VA (the officer equivalent of boot camp) we would, on the infrequent occasions we had liberty, take the train to Alexandria, ride the subway from King Street Station to Rosslyn and stay at the Key Bridge Marriott (the building in the center of the photo). From there we would walk our baldheaded selves across Key Bridge into Georgetown and try to blend in as best we could (not well, being 21 with no hair). You see, in those days being in the military didn't make you a hero. There were no applauding crowds at the airport to show their appreciation. We were happy just to feel normal for a few hours before we had to report back.
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