" Yes, the eaves at the top of your house where the ladder just barely reaches are still unpainted. Big deal. Go with Plan B, and think of yourself as the neighborhood's king of the unpainted peaks. Then, lie down next to the dog and have a nice restful AND pleasurable nap."
"Here, was the Union Station I remembered ... the big cavernous room that led you to all the trains, but now it had a reception desk, lots of empty space, two open dining areas, and led to the giant mall, parking garage, and the trains, trolleys and busses. I felt that half the city of Washington was in there with us."
A teenager describes being bombed by the Japanese on
December 7, 1941.
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