D.C. photos...

of the nearly 200 pictures i took...these are my favorite 40...



you can see full sized versions by clicking on the photo player...

Dispatch...D.C....weary...

batteries dying...energy flagging... i'm turning in...much more for you later...

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

Dispatch D.C....the warmening...

a shot of Powers and a wonderful bowl of clam chowder helps me regain my grasp of reality...it is good...

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

Dispatch D.C....hi, i'm cold...

overwhelming sensatuin is tryung to maintatin bidy hheat...nwvewr been to times square on new years, but this seemslike a nore sober version of that...were standing in the cold commemorate a grand begunning...ignore me...did I say I am cold...

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

Dispatch D.C....GOOD MORNING...

showered and prepped last night...woke up @ 7 am...out the door @ 8 am...I'm still playing catch up this morning...no matter...all is well...today is a good day...

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

Dispatch D.C....comments and complaints...

in any gathering of people you'll have your fair share of douchebags...count 1, 2, 3...one will be your douchebag...problem is, Db's like to hang out together...they are the only ones who will tolerate each other...so, when you encounter one, you can feel like you're at sea amongst douchies...it's brain bending...

also, there's gradiant levels of douchbaggery...like the guy standing in line behind you who can't tell the difference between Lionel Richie singing "Easy Like Sunday Morning" and "Midnight Train to Georgia" by Gladys Knight & The Pips...he also insists that Q-Tip was always a solo artist who did some work with Common, Talib Kwelli, and Tribe Called Quest...rather than a founding member...it's annoying, but hardly the pinnacle of douchey...

that would be reserved for the know-it-all asshat with the smug smile who silently shakes his head and thinks about how he'll blog about this later...

wait, what...?

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

Dispatch D.C....the network...

is crazy...sending photos is spotty right now....so much to share...will attempt to post again tonight...

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

Dispatch D.C....day 3...

morning...for some reason sleep evades me...i replay yesterday in my head...a good day...more photos were taken than what's here...those will be revealed later...

Today...more walking, more seeing, more doing...the Manifest Hope art show has been recomended...we'll see...i would like to see the Holocaust Museum...or maybe the Newseum...

Recomendations are welcome...

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

Dispatch D.C. ...day 2...

at the lincoln memorial...mob central...

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

Dispatch D.C....

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

Dispatch...Washington D.C....

things I love about here...

the metro rocks...but if you knew anything about me, you know I would love the trains...the flashing lights in the platforms...truly genius...

tonight, I went to a concert at a synogogue...wait, what...?

hey! the bars are open till 5 am...

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

Dispatch Charlotte...overheard...

Greg the shoe shine man..."I woke up this morning and didn't read my name in the obituary...so I'm having a good day...

John at the bar...
hey yo, is Schooch comin'?

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

Dispatch...Charlotte...

first leg to D.C. complete...a rough flight...the last time I was on a plane that shook, rattled, and rolled that much I was wearing a uniform...but all is well, and I have two hours to kill...hmm...what to do?

James P. Johnson

Showing up is not enough.

i love new york...

stuck on the cross bronx expressway...

Super Lunch!...

quick notes from philadelphia...

for some odd reason...a lot Philadelphian's walk around talking to themselves...and no they were not wearing bluetooth headsets...

if i lived here, i'd be a regular at...nodding head brewery...

byob restaurants...where they cook the food...and you bring the drinks...this is a concept Denver needs...

one way to tell that the south begins in philly...all the women call you sweety...

well earned respite...

monkey knife fight lager...chef's burger...pesto mussels...and grog...@ nodding head brewery...

Chinatown...

Philly...

36 hour mourning marathon...

1:00 am mdt- takeoff...

6:30 edt- touchdown in jfk...my first ride on the airtrain...a quick tour with mrs scribe around jamaica station...a touchstone from my childhood...

8:00- lirr to suburbia...have i mentioned how much i love trains...

12:30- after breakfast, a quick tour, a little shoe shopping, and some research...i explain the schnuzz to my wife...it is a made up word...i'll cover what it means some other time...the point is...she didn't get it...why use a made up word...ah well, there's plenty of time for that...

1:30- mrs scribe meets the family in all it's madness...and then off to the wake...

2:00- against his wishes, my father is on display in an open casket...rather than being cremated...this is what grandmother wants...and no one questions the matriarchy...a family full of men...run by three women...anyway...we are supposed to be sitting in mourning...for three hours...this is just not possible...we are too active...too alive...

3:30- mrs scribe and i escape...to generic strip mall restaurant...the place that deep fries an onion and calls it food...mostly, i just need a drink...and to catch a second wind...a couple of beers...and a mets victory...set my mind right...

5:30- dinner...southern/caribbean diner style food...selected by mom...and stories about dad all around the table...only the highly polished good stuff...of course...my request for a jamesons and soda gets me...a glass full of whisky and three ice cubes...o happy day...

7:00- the service...as run by my sister...moves well...until i am asked to speak...this is unexpected...tired and lubricated...i stand and speak...i acknowledge my outsider status...i think i say something about god...and get an amen...i express gratitude for being able to make peace with him before he died...i ramble another sentence or two...and then sit back down...i must have said something right...because mrs scribe...and my sister...both told me i did a good job...

8:30- leaving the funeral home...i come across a framed poem fragment...the cheesy presentation doesn't overwhelm the agreeable sentiment...

"Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is like a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly."

Langston Hughes

11:00- business meeting for potential lucrative venture...

1:00- sleep...

5:30- wakey wakey...

7:30- and homeward we fly...and sleep...

10:00 am mdt- home...time to start planning the honeymoon...

Johnny Cash Loves You!

back to new york...

to bury the dead.

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