My head’s spinning. Thursday night I was in Washington,
DC. My nephew/godson lives there and
works in The White House. He’s been
offering to give me a personal tour of the digs at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue for
years. I finally decided this was the
time to take him up on his offer. There’s
no hidden political commentary in that observation, just the recognition on my
part that in less than two weeks I’d back in Greece, so why not take a look at
the mecca of organized political disorder before falling back into the
antithesis?
My driver and me. |
I also had another reason: My tour guide’s brother and his
wife also live and work in DC and just had their first baby. It gave me the
chance meet the newest Siger man in the family and assemble the whole crew—including
two-week-old Jack—for a night on the town. That kid’s a true party animal.
But, back to The White House. I finally got to see it. [Here’s a virtual
tour for those who might be interested.] No history lesson here, do your own Wikipedia
research or check out this link to the official White House
history. (There’s more links like
that below.)
Personally, I was impressed. Not by the grandeur of the
location, all eighteen acres, or even the breathtaking beauty of the Eisenhower Executive Office Building
in its majestic, French Second Empire style. Though once inside that former
OEOB (“O” for old, as opposed to today’s EEOB), I for a moment visualized
Crusaders charging on their stallions down its massive corridors as if back
upon the stone lanes of the old town of Rhodes.
Just a teeny tiny part of the EEOB |
Nor was I surprised by the phalanx of security measures I
passed through on the way in, and constant surveillance while there. That was
expected. What was not was the unexpected simplicity of what lay just behind
the EEOB: The
West Wing, nerve center of the World’s most powerful human being on earth…or,
for the spiritual among you, the world’s most powerful government leader.
I have seen far grander spaces in any number of law firms,
lobbyist and investment banker offices, and even some private homes. Yet, those
West Wing rooms, which by their very names cannot help but conjure up visions formative
of our American experience—Press Briefing Room, Situation Room, Cabinet Room,
Rose Garden, and yes, even the Oval office—come across not as movie set
displays of the true power they represent, but as simply places where people go
to work everyday (albeit surrounded by priceless works of art) and into which the
public is allowed only during non-working hours in a “bring your uncle to work”
sort experience. (But don’t let him take
pictures.)
My producer and me. |
And I loved every moment of it for that very reason.
The last time I felt so moved by a place of power was when I
saw the tiny size of the War Rooms in London, out of which Churchill ran
England’s World War II efforts.
Churchill War Rooms |
Such moments cannot help but bring on a chill to those of us
who realize how much of our lives have been influenced by those who’ve occupied
that little bit of office space for even a relatively slight amount of time.
Funny, my mind didn’t run to the politics of those who’d
worked there, but to a sense that what makes our country great are the
hardworking efforts of bright young Americans like my nephews, driven to working
tirelessly for what they believe the right thing for their country. We may not agree with all that their hard
work yields, but we certainly owe them our thanks for their service.
That’s a hard perspective for we “civilians” to maintain
once we step back outside those walls and return to our surround-sound world of
24/7 partisan political bickering.
But I shall try, and so, thank you Rick and Steve and your respective
“household support” casts for giving me a wonderful memory of the New World to carry
back with me to the Old.
And there’s one more wonderful family joy I have left to
experience this week. Friday was my granddaughter’s first birthday. And today is her party. Love you, darling.
Jeff—Saturday
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ReplyDeleteSounds like a wonderful visit, Jeff, both to the White House and with your expanding family. And soon off to Mykonos. Sheesh. How do lawyers rate???
ReplyDeleteAre you talking Moody, Standard Poor, or Dow in de dumps? Oh, those are writer ratings. Sorry, I forgot I used to be one of those other sorts.:)
DeleteGreat to hear about your visit to the W.H, Jeff. It's a great house, for a variety of reasons, and you got to see areas we common folk aren't allowed to venture. I'll want to hear all about it when you and that beautiful lady that must be the brains of the operation get back to Mykonos. Should you not appear on that island by late April, we'll assume you are vacationing at Guantanamo!
ReplyDeleteI shall return in ten days, though my brains will remain behind for three more weeks...something I'm used to in all manners of the phrase. :)
DeleteOne of these days I'll get back to DC and tour the White House (and the Jefferson Memorial, which I've also never visited and always wanted to see).
ReplyDeleteAnd your granddaughter and great nephew (?) are adorable!
Thanks, Lisa, Washington actually impressed me quite a bit. It's not at all as I remembered it from my lawyering days. Clean, accessible, great neighborhoods, and a sense of youthful energy.
DeleteThe White House looks impressive in these "normal" pictures. And Lisa is right-your granddaughter is darling, as is your grand nephew! Nice places before you return to your usual hangouts.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lil, and my granddaughter and great(?)nephew truly are delightful, delicious, and darling.
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