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Our Potomac Playground

June 12, 2012, Washington, DC: The boathouses of the Potomac River are a throwback to another era. The Potomac Boat Club first opened in 1869, a hub for Olympic caliber rowers, followed by the opening of the green-shingled Washington Canoe Club next door in 1904 — when Teddy Roosevelt was president and the sporting age was in full force. It’s easy to envision these boathouses as grand structures in their day, filled with elite athletes in training by day and visitors reveling in leisure time at night. It’s easy to picture the boathouses of the Potomac with a shiny new coat of paint and some twinkling lights bouncing off the water in the early evening.

Nights I Love This Place

May 22, 2012, Washington, DC: I met a friend halfway today after work; she biked south down Rock Creek Park from Adams Morgan and I pedaled west from Capitol Hill to meet at the Thompson Boathouse. We had every intention of exercising together, perhaps an ambitious sprint up the C&O Canal, but instead we sat there on the Georgetown waterfront catching up. There was a lot to say. About halfway through our conversation, the skies behind the Swedish Embassy opened and the rain poured down through a bright backdrop. We huddled beneath an awning wearing bike helmets and waiting it out, expounding on the things we fear and love, like great white sharks and San Francisco.

Memory Lane: Arlington

July 9, 2011, Arlington, VA: Today marked my first trip back to one of my old neighborhoods since beginning this project, Neighborhood Nomad. I visited Country Club Hills in Arlington, Va., a place whose name implies it is far ritzier than it feels in my memory. This is a picture taken this afternoon of the house we rented there from 1982-1984. It was my sister’s first home and the place I lived through pre-school. My bedroom was a tiny room upstairs hidden by the tree on the far left. It had a gigantic, long and narrow closet that extended across the front of the house where we used to play. It’s strange to think my parents lived here at the age of 34, just two years older than I am now.


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