Once upon a time, I lived here, two blocks from the National Mall. My address involved the word "penthouse," shades of Eva Gabor, though I did not have a tiny dog. And my view on the 4th of July was this. Needless to say, 4th of July parties were de rigueur, and they were a blast. But the crowds on the Mall are this:Eventually, one longs for a little less humanity and a little more space. (And one moves.) Last year, my little family watched from a cemetery high on a hill. Turned out to be just as creepy as it sounds. This year, we're going to watch from here:We're hoping for a spectacular new memory.
Happy Independence Day!
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