



Well, I don't really know when the last blog was published. But I am sure it was last year. This is my first attempt (at my wife's request). I will try not to disappoint me, my wife, and the entire beehive state. I would say there was quite some apprehension involved with this trip. Flying non-stop to Baltimore, a full ride scholarship phone interview, driving on the beltway with my parents (to be mentioned later), oh yeah, and seeing my brother after a 10 year estranged relationship. All in all the trip was really good. We arrived 3 hours from SLC to Baltimore, pretty dang fast. The beltway, on the other hand, was a bit more bumpy. Probably the fact that I had to pee didn't help either. But that was resolved when, just as I was nodding off, I was awakened to an 18 wheeler horn blaring and merging into my dad's rental car. However, we made it to the hotel in one piece and met my brothers family. Katie, my niece, made it all worth it when she hugged me and about knocked me over into the armoire. It was her wedding after all, and she was my buddy when she was little. I also saw my brother Clifford for the first time in a decade. I gave him a lithograph of a charcoal I made of my grandfather. It was good to mend our differences. The next day we went to Katie's endowment and did some sealings for my sister-in-law. It was a great experience, her mother and father were never members and Kathy was finally sealed to her parents after joining the church 28 years ago. The next day Katie and Henry were married in the temple. After that we drove to Williamsport PA, for the reception. It was a good time and I was able to see my Aunt and Uncle as well. We had a brunch Sunday morning at my brother's house and spent time getting reacquainted. My nephew Cory, I found, has the same twisted humor I do. It was ever evident when we played apples to apples, the sick and twisted version. The next morning we headed for DC, my brother gave me a big hug (and a kiss?), and it was great moment for my mother, who has been waiting for her children to reconcile for 12 years .
A quick note: Jessica has now met all my siblings in a matter of 7 months, many that I haven't seen for at least 7 years. She has been such a good little camper, I love her (even when she's a grumpy gus).
Speaking of Jessica, she had waited all this time to get to the nation's capitol. She listened to my mom tell our family history from pre-revolution to present (my family is from Pennsylvania and New York) all the way back to DC. We even stopped in York, PA, where my ancesestors settled. The town where absolutely nothing is open on Mondays. Well I take that back, except for a biker bar where they asked if I was lost and made a comment about my faux hawk, I promptly left. We got to DC a little late and decided to still do the monuments. Apparently, the monuments are safe at night, it's the walk between them that isn't. We got to Union Station and tried to get the night tour, but the last trolley, we were told, had left. We were going to get a taxi when we noticed the trolley was still there. It had broke down before it could leave. We paid the conductor and got on the tour after all. Meanwhile, my dad had stayed in the hotel and was eating Mcdonalds and watching the Sci-Fi channel and reading a book all at the same time (nerds unite!). He missed a great tour, we saw everything that was of relevance. Jess was able to sit up by the driver and get some great shots. It also dropped us off at 3 memorials including the Lincoln. It was amazing at night and saved us time for Tuesday. The next morning we went to JFK's grave and the changing of the guard at Arlington Cemetery. It was sombering hearing funeral rifle volleys and taps being played at the same time of the ceremony. Near the end of the cermony Marine 1 also flew over and landed at the pentagon, crazy morning. After the cemetery we went to the Smithsonian. We all chose one thing to see, since time was limited. Jessica chose the ruby slippers, my dad chose the Lincoln exhibit, my mom chose the First Ladies Gallery, I chose the cafeteria. After that it was to the airport to fly home. 3 hours to Washington, 5 and a 1/2 back. It was a flying nursery, eight infants and children under 2. The longest 5 hours of our lives. Don't get me wrong, I love kids, just not on an airplane. But we made it home and what was 6 days felt like 2 weeks. We are glad to be back. Sorry to ramble on, maybe I won't ever be asked to blog again, but then again, I doubt it.