I spent today re-familiarizing myself with the stellar metro subway system in our nation's capital. I visited my college friend and former Whitworthian editor Aimee Goodwin for lunch and checked out her office at the Express, a side publication of the Washington Post. Her office also has a rec room. She beat me in ping pong.
Later I wandered the streets of the capital like a lost tourist and found the hotel next to Freedom Plaza on Pennsylvania Avenue where I did my internship with States News Service four years ago. I saw it as a pilgrimage, of sorts, to revisit my first real journalism experience. It was kind of dissapointing. The guy who ran the news service was arrested on tax evasion charges, and I knew the place had folded... so I wondered what happened to the office. Sure enough, it was completely abandoned and had construction material scattered around.
In the evening, I and three other people going through the hazardous environment training this week were picked up at Reagan National Airport and shuttled by two tatooed military types to Stasbourg, Va., where we were put up at the Ramada Inn. There will be seven of us in all; I'll meet the other three tomorrow morning. So far I'm the only American, though the other British and Australian chaps and gals I've met are friendly. We ate at a hole-in-the wall Chinese restraunt tonight. My fortune was something about me being a loser for thinking I would find "salvation in a cookie." I guess they have a point.
Cobra II update: no progress.
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Chris, I hope you're having a fun time so far and that my hometown treats you well. Malia says hello, too, and misses you!...Tim
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