This month is the fortieth anniversary of the landing on the moon. I remember that event well. Come on in and we’ll talk.
That year I had finished college mid-semester. The only class I had was nine weeks of student teaching which ended at the middle of March. I had signed a contract to begin teaching in September so I had almost five months of time to fill.
A friend of mine had moved to Washington, DC and gotten a job at the Library of Congress nine months prior. When I talked with her, she invited me to come out to DC to live with her during that time. I found a rider who would ride with me as far as West Virginia. Young and foolish, away I drove to face my future in the nation’s capital.
Advertisements
