Independence Hall

The room where both the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States were signed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Finally, after visiting Jamestown (the first English settlement in what would become the United States), Williamsburg (the first capital of the colony of Virginia), Washington, D.C. (capital of the United States from November 17, 1800, forward), New York City (first capital under the Constitution), we are now in Philly as it is affectionately known. Philadelphia was the first capital under the Articles of Confederation and a temporary one at that while the District of Columbia was under construction. This historic city is also home to the place where the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were written and signed. And so it is that early this morning we find ourselves in the very building where these famous documents were adopted – Independence Hall. We were thrilled being here, seeing the chair George Washington sat in, knowing this was the room that lent itself to the founding of this nation. We couldn’t help but be moved by the gravity of its importance.

Independence National Park in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

And that was that. Thirteen years ago, it is now August 2022 as I returned to this post to “enhance” it, that was all I had to say about the entire day. I suppose it captured the most salient point of the day, but it sure left a lot out, including all of these other photos. Barely 150 words, only 1 photo, kind of sad, but for one reason or other, it seemed enough back then. In any case, here I am, pulling a few more of the photos that lend to the visual narrative while I try to express something of a dialog that I believe might contribute to fleshing out the day for my wife and me.

Independence National Park in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

You see, on one hand, it seems weird to be embellishing history, but well, I’m still me, and if today I might write differently than I would have a dozen years ago, so be it; these are still my thoughts. And maybe they’ve matured, although today, we hear all too often that words must be taken literally and must not evolve with the times. I’m speaking of the very documents that were written right here and shaped a nation. I’m not one to argue that the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution are not perfect documents, as they were for the time, but come on, Thomas Jefferson was 33 when he tackled the Declaration of Independence, while James Madison was 36 when drafting the first part of the Constitution. I feel that the wisdom shared between these two men and those around them was greater than any collective of political leaders who’ve been trying to navigate and guide a country forward for the past 50 years.

Independence National Park in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The day was gray and wet, but that didn’t detract from the sense of magnitude of being here at Independence National Historical Park. Back when Caroline and I first embarked on these adventures into America’s history and breadth of its lands, I don’t think we were able to anticipate the immensity of the love of America that would grow within us. We have walked in constant surprise at the incredible fortune of finding ourselves able to immerse our imaginations, memories, and appreciation at what the United States can mean to people able to find it.

Independence National Park in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Strangely enough, I’m sharing this photo for reasons that were not apparent when I took the shot. I’ve cropped away the top of the image, not because of the name John Hancock but because as I was scanning these old photos, my eye caught the name Charles Thomson in the bottom left. There’s some history in my head regarding his name: back in the 1980s, my mother here in Phoenix had her own picture-framing business, and one of her clients was a photographer who was also a bit of an adventurer, or at least in my eyes, he was. His images were taken on the slopes of faraway places in Alaska, the Grand Canyon, and in secret places found in nature that blew my mind.

Fast forward to 1995, Caroline and I moved from Frankfurt, Germany, to Phoenix, and I would run into this photographer from time to time; his name was James Thomson. One day, he and I met in Prescott, Arizona, to discuss things as we would do on occasion. He told me an interesting story about a distant relative, Charles Thomson, who had his hand in the design of the Great Seal and the founding of the country. At this point, the original photographs my mother would frame that found their way into politicians’ homes started making greater sense. We should all be so lucky to listen to stories that stay with us for years; his could have been doozies.

Independence National Park in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Even if you could go everywhere, is it worth it to you? Do you have the stamina? Do you know what you’d do with what you collected? Two hundred years ago, the honorable thing for people who traveled within themselves, in their religion, and upon new lands was to cultivate a broad potential of possibilities found when investing in knowledge used for creating great works that often endured well beyond their years. Today, we squander our lives on nonsense, trivia, TV, celebrity, and banality, a fast food mentality for the “live fast” crowd that will leave nothing behind.

Independence National Park in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

You must live for your time – not that everyone can find their place in history, but where do we place our personal efforts of growth? There’s nothing wrong with being one of the 157 million people who visit a Disney property somewhere on earth, but compare that to the 1.5 million that will visit Independence National Historical Park here in Philadelphia per year. Then again, on the good news side of things, more than 300 million people per year find their way into a National Park or Monument, so there’s that.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Come on, John, you’ve posted better selfies, but I have to whine that this was all I had with my fat head somewhat out of the frame and the Liberty Bell so out of focus that maybe some will not even recognize it. But just below…

Liberty Bell in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

…is a better-focused photo of the famous bell.

Declaration House in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Declaration House, also known as the Graff House, is where Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence. Actually, it’s a recreation that was rebuilt in 1975 for America’s Bicentennial as some small diner called Tom Thumb had replaced the old building because back then, the thought must have been, “Who needs history?”

Old City Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Way back in the early days of the United States, things required a certain fluidity of the founding fathers as seats of government were moving around as needed. Take those founding documents written between 1776 and 1787 that were landmarks but as bulletproof as they proved to be; by 1789, we needed a Bill of Rights to get more of the details into proper working order. These were people who got things done.

Old City Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

We in America enjoy a profound amount of freedom, opportunity, and access to everything under the sun, and all that’s required to take advantage of those luxuries is to have the ambition to get out and a bit of discipline to budget one’s self while living within certain means commensurate with income. This, though, requires moving beyond the childlike desire to indulge ourselves at the moment it feels good; collectively, we have given in to the emotions of the here and now. Compare this to the rational minds at work when our country was being formed and the men who orchestrated things, not looking at their short-term gains but at what would benefit people for generations to come. We are no longer those Americans.

The Second Bank of the United States in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The Second Bank of the United States now acts as a portrait gallery of our revolutionary founding fathers.

City Tavern in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Alas, we do not exist on ideals alone, nor lament, I can hear my wife say under her breath, and so after our exquisite dining opportunities in Colonial Williamsburg, we jumped at the opportunity to enjoy another meal in a historic setting. Today, we’ll be taking lunch at the City Tavern, which was founded in 1773 and maintains a traditional menu dating back to the period.

City Tavern in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

You can’t go wrong with a smoked pork chop on sauerkraut topped with an egg, and we even had a basket of traditional German bread to go with it.

As a side note, City Tavern closed in 2020 due to COVID-19, and as of November 2023, it has not reopened.

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Heading to the Benjamin Franklin Museum.

Ben Franklin Museum in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Benjamin Franklin Museum.

Betsy Ross Home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Won’t be stopping into the Betsy Ross House today as poor planning isn’t allowing the time required.

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The historic city center of Philadelphia is just this beautiful.

The door of Edgar Allan Poe's house in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

While we did go beyond the door of the Edgar Allan Poe home, which is a National Historic Site, and even took photos there, not one of them was worthy of sharing. We made time for Poe’s home as he was one of my favorite authors back in the mid-70s, just before I entered high school.

New York City

This was the reason we didn’t have more time in Philadelphia; we were headed to New York City.

New York City

We love nature, we love history, and we love the printed word on the page, but when the time is right, we love the ecstatic lights on Broadway too.

Caroline Wise and John Wise in New York City

If the buzz on Times Square doesn’t pull you in and put a smile on your face, you must be a local.

New York City

Sure, it’s more of the same, but if you’ve ever visited this part of New York City in the middle of the night as a tourist, all you want to do is go from vantage point to vantage point and see things from all angles with the hope that some part of the Big Apple leaves with you.

New York City

Having wedding photos shot among the throngs of people on the streets would certainly make for memorable images of your big day. While our “big day” saw us in Las Vegas at midnight in the Little White Chapel, we never dreamt of much fanfare or a parade down the strip. Maybe a failure of planning, but on the other hand, we are still happily married forever.

Eastern State Penitentiary

Caroline Wise and John Wise at Fort McHenry National Monument in Baltimore, Maryland

This morning, we visited Fort McHenry here in Baltimore, Maryland.

Fort McHenry National Monument in Baltimore, Maryland

This is the place where the flag known as the Stars & Stripes flew on that fateful night of September 13th, 1814, and inspired Francis Scott Key to pen our national anthem. Visiting the fort was great and, in the historical context of our journeys through America’s history, it wove together seeing the actual flag being restored in the year 2000, seeing it on display this past May, and seeing the house where Mary Young Pickersgill sewed the flag just last month.

Fort McHenry National Monument in Baltimore, Maryland

The museum was also of tremendous benefit today as the weather was less than ideal.

Fort McHenry National Monument in Baltimore, Maryland

This display requires some explanation as it’s obvious what it is or why it’s here. You are looking at a cross-beam that once supported the flag pole holding the Star Spangled Banner. The pole is long gone and the cross-beam was thought lost as well until it was recovered by archeologists in 1958. By the way, the flag was a massive affair, 30 by 42-foot large, so the pole must have been quite large, too.

Fort McHenry National Monument in Baltimore, Maryland

The weather helped expedite us getting out of town; well, that and the fact that we are hungry and have an appointment with an indulgence that we have not yet tried with which we will soon become acquainted.

Driving between Baltimore, Maryland and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The city we are heading to is barely a shade over 100 miles away and famous for what we’ll be dining on, but can you call it dining? You may have guessed I have great expectations for this cuisine.

Pat's King of Steaks in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

That’s right, the world-famous Philly cheesesteak. Should you be shrieking in the silence of your mind, “No…..not Pat’s.” No sweat; tonight’s dinner will be at Geno’s Steaks.

Pat's King of Steaks in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

I think this is an acquired taste, that, or Geno’s, will prove us wrong about the cheesesteak. Two years ago, on the opposite side of Pennsylvania, we had our first encounter with Primanti Bros. and were blown away, but nobody in America is going on about those amazing sandwiches. Can cheese whiz really be that appealing to a class of people in this country who apparently have ZERO taste?

Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Continuing with our history of the United States theme this year, we are visiting Eastern State Penitentiary, built back in 1829. This National Historic Landmark was the first true penitentiary, and the design of ESP, as it’s also known, became a model for more than 300 prisons worldwide. The gargoyles are a more recent addition; they are a seasonal decoration reminding us that Halloween is nigh.

Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

WOW! That was my first impression entering prison in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; probably not very common, at least among the convicted.

Inside a crumbling jail cell at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

I want to come back already, and we’ve only been here 10 minutes. You walk into a ruin. It is the American equivalent of discovering an Egyptian tomb. The building is being allowed to crumble before your eyes.

Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

While they try to preserve what is here, they are not restoring the facility. Since 1971, when the prison ceased operations, the structure has been decaying.

Inside a crumbling jail cell at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Trees grow in some cells, rust covers everything metal, and plaster is flaking to become fine dust covering everything. The toilets sit unused in corners, and a dungeon-like feeling permeates the rotting core of this place.

Inside a crumbling jail cell at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

After the initial shock of the rawness, I started trying to see the ghosts of the men who lived and died here. Are we still able to smell the shit, piss, sweat, fear, testosterone, and desperation that once permeated these cells?

Inside a crumbling jail cell at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Maybe at one time, a man, falsely convicted, sat in that chair, pulled out the drawer to take paper and pencil (were they even allowed?) to write a loved one about his life in the oldest penitentiary in America and how everything was slipping away from him. Like the building, he grew older, fearing the walls around him would last longer than he ever could. Should a story such as this exist, the prison has an archive of “alumni” get-togethers that recorded what time was like within these now silent walls. We didn’t take advantage of this program as I was too distracted/enchanted by what I was seeing.

Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

A farmer convicted of theft became prisoner #1; he was Charles Williams and served two years here. He entered the prison hooded so as not to be able to see a way out. After he was locked behind a door, that’s where he lived in solitary confinement.

Inside a crumbling jail cell at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Times changed; guards, administrators, and prisoners would come and go, but the cold walls that contained a man’s soul never budged. For 142 years, this very cell saw possibly dozens of men live in this small windowless space or maybe only a handful if their sentences were long enough.

Inside a crumbling jail cell at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

That slot in the ceiling was the prisoner’s only source of natural light. I wonder how far the mind travels when the body is confined in such a small space and its eyes gather hints of a past that have no more reference points? What is there of the inner dialogue of a person when there is nothing left aside from looking at the same walls, door, and two hands that no longer have a purpose beyond feeding and cleaning oneself?

Inside a crumbling jail cell at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

This is a dungeon where the violence of the offender destroys himself, and the torture of the guards ensures there is no relief from the pressure of isolation that works at removing one’s last vestiges of humanity – if, in fact, they even entered this prison with any.

John Wise at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The shadows of men still exist here, or how else does that thing that never had substance in the first place, that merely passes over the surface of things, ever really go away, and where to? After the physical form of the man who might one day leave his incarceration, recognize himself in the mirror? Is the man in the mirror in any way even reflective of who he once was, or has his inner being already looked so far away that it can never again see where it might have gone?

Inside a crumbling jail cell at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

When the day comes that you are no longer at your favorite spot when your shadow fades and the mirror is empty, what will remain? Dust is all there will be, and that too will one day be gone just as the thickest of walls and hardest of stones crumble and return to earth. The only thing that remains of humans beyond our physical existence is the memories others might carry of us and, in a few rare instances, the impact we might have made on music, art, or words.

Inside a crumbling jail cell at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

This penitentiary was built to house 300 men, but at one point, there were close to 2,000 unfortunate men stuffed within and underneath this prison. As demands for incarceration grew, authorities built cells below these grim rooms in order to literally bring people into a dungeon of dark, damp despair. Those fortunate enough to have a slot over their heads allowing at least a small amount of sunshine to offer them hope of return would be lost on the beasts dwelling in the cellar below. Visitors are not offered the opportunity to witness those chambers, either due to dangerous conditions or from the danger to their psyches, knowing that we are capable of such cruelty to our fellow man. We do not thrive in the dark; we grow in the illumination of both the day and the mind.

Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Some 75,000 people across time knew what it meant to live in such a place; none were aspiring monks on a chosen path of practicing asceticism in order to find enlightenment, philosophical guidance, or new paths. This was not a monastery where men came to meditate; on the contrary, they were on paths of fulminating on greater self-destruction and harm to others.

Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

To this day, our system of incarceration is not about saving souls or the hearts of men; it is meant to mold broken men into violent beasts that are used as exemplars of what our system of government is saving us from. The father/child relationship of the adult protecting the child is then probably the right form of conservatorship handed to the wealthy by their god to watch over the masses.

Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Charles Dickens wrote in his travel journal, American Notes for General Circulation, “In its intention, I am well convinced that it is kind, humane, and meant for reformation; but I am persuaded that those who designed this system of Prison Discipline, and those benevolent gentlemen who carry it into execution, do not know what it is that they are doing. I hold this slow and daily tampering with the mysteries of the brain to be immeasurably worse than any torture of the body, and because its ghastly signs and tokens are not so palpable to the eye,…and it extorts few cries that human ears can hear; therefore I the more denounce it, as a secret punishment in which slumbering humanity is not roused up to stay.”

Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

In those cells resounded the cries of the unheard, unseen victims wrought by abuse and neglect.

Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Here we are in modernity, and still, we cannot light the way of those destined to maybe not live within these walls but in some new prison that we desperately want to believe has moved away from a blueprint that destroyed lives. The idea that those who transgress others should be cast into the shadows of further abuse is a form of self-harm, especially coming from people who claim Christian superiority.

Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

So many photos of similar scenes were chosen for this post I had the hardest time excluding the 20-odd images that didn’t make it onto this page. Nature has a way of healing itself; what man makes only decays and falls to ruin. We do not make nature; we destroy it.

Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

We make life but ultimately harm it. If we lived the Christian ideals we profess to have, we would be a very different society with a rich culture instead of one full of fear and anger.

Inside a crumbling jail cell at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

This is where dreams go to die; it is a cemetery of lost and forgotten aspirations we refuse to acknowledge ever existed. This place is a reflection of the American soul.

Al Capone's Cell at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

And because this was the cell of our beloved Al “Scarface” Capone, we can celebrate this gangster, murderer, racketeer, pimp, tax cheat, and bootlegger by keeping his place of incarceration alive as a kind of homey room with warm lighting and obvious privilege because America is nothing if not a place to celebrate its villains through the lens of a kind of hero worship.

Barber Chair at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

I’d pay dearly to have my hair cut here as the people who once sat here were probably a lot more authentic than those who occupied the chair at my barbershop in Scottsdale, Arizona.

Death Row at Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

While I have had the opportunity to visit the Parthenon in Athens, Versailles Palace in Paris, countless castles, the White House, the U.S. Capitol, and Walpi on the Hopi Reservation in northern Arizona, Eastern State Penitentiary stands out as one of the must-see buildings that pack a wallop of historical intrigue onto your senses. I leave you with this image of what remains of death row.

Geno's Steaks in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

I’m happy to say that we did not dine on the antidote to the sobering experience of having been “in prison.” I say that I’m happy to share that because eating at Geno’s Steaks was a fitting end to the grim environment of Eastern State Penitentiary. Sometimes, maintaining pain and anguish in order to learn something allows the lesson to resonate deeper and longer, and the culinary excuse made by those who claim to enjoy this Philly phenomenon of the vaunted cheesesteak can only be explained by the idea that they exist in a food penitentiary where the light of real cuisine is out of sight. Gack.

Toy Story in 3D

Hollywood Farmers Market, California

We had time to burn, but not so much time we could revisit Disneyland this morning, so instead, we went to the next best thing, a farmer’s market. Not just any market either, but the zoo that is the Hollywood Farmer’s Market. The one where Scientology is always in the background, where the market band could be pop stars next year, or you could get mugged by a crazed former child actor.

Hollywood Farmers Market, California

As where we used to come here relatively often to stock up on fresh veggies but now rely on Tonopah Rob for those luxuries, we were here for reconnaissance on his behalf, allowing him to have a second-hand look at what our California neighbors are offered and what they pay.

Oki Dog in Los Angeles, California

Yep, Oki Dog for the lunchtime win with a pastrami burrito that KILLS.

El Capitan Theater in Hollywood, California

After sixteen hours in Disneyland, what could be more fun than going to El Capitan Theatre in Hollywood to see Toy Story and Toy Story 2 in 3D with special live guest appearances by Jessie, Woody, and Buzz Lightyear – exactly, we couldn’t think of anything else either, and so that’s precisely what we did.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at El Capitan Theater in Hollywood, California

We had ordered our tickets weeks before our little weekend trip to Los Angeles and scored 7th-row center reserved seating. What we didn’t know was that our tickets came with free drinks, a souvenir container of popcorn with a free refill, and during intermission, they were giving us a sliced apple snack.

Organist at El Capitan Theater in Hollywood, California

Before the screen went up, we were treated to some live Wurlitzer organ music. This historic instrument, built in the 1920s, was originally installed in 1929 at the San Francisco Fox Theatre. Today, the organ rises from below the stage level at the El Capitan and uses over 2,500 pipes installed on each side of the theatre.

Live presentation at showing of Toy Story at El Capitan Theater in Hollywood, California

After our 20-minute concert, the organ disappeared, and the crowd went wild when Jessie, Woody, and Buzz took the stage. Who knew this ensemble could dance so well? We spent the rest of the afternoon watching Toy Story and Toy Story 2 in 3D.

Bee Gees Hollywood Walk of Fame in California

To finish off the day, we made a pilgrimage to the Bee Gees’ star on Hollywood Blvd. We know how to live large!

Disneyland All Day and Night

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Today, we visited Disneyland in Anaheim, California. We took close to a thousand photos between 7:30 a.m. and midnight when we left the park.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Seasonally appropriate, the park was decked out in candy corn and pumpkin decorations. Our first task was to race over to “Ghost Galaxy” – Space Mountain rebranded for Halloween – before the lines grew too long.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

With that out of the way, the next most important thing was the “first churro” of the day!

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

It was obvious to us anyway that “We can’t get enough of The Nightmare Before Christmas treatment the Haunted House gets year after year” would be up next.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Yep, it’s just perfect.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Keeping with the dark ambiance theme, Pirates of the Caribbean was a natural fit.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

And no visit to Disneyland would be complete without heading out for a genuine Jungle Cruise.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Oh, who am I fooling? It’s a Small World is an obligatory stop in our book, too.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Then there’s the good ‘ole Alice in Wonderland ride; we love it, too.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Well, truth be told, Alice would be nothing without the Cheshire Cat.

Caroline Wise at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

I don’t know about you, but I think my wife looks hot riding a Dumbo.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Yep, we do all the old cheesy rides.

Caroline Wise at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

We also try to do all the new rides again and again, and then yet again.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Seriously though, I don’t think that it’s Buzz Lightyear here that’s the draw; it’s the Little Green Men.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Earlier, as in shortly after entering the park, we hopped aboard the newly rebranded Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage, but none of those photos worked out.

Caroline Wise at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Yeah buddy, time for Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride because everyone must ride the toad at least once in life.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

And if you can’t afford a real ride down the Mississippi, there’s always the Mark Twain Riverboat included with your Disney admission that is almost as good as the real thing.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Crazy to think that by this time of the day, I’d almost shot 500 photos to get to the 18 being shared above.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

That’s how we feel the whole time we are at Disneyland.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

No trip to Disneyland could ever be complete without visiting the Enchanted Tiki Room.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

You know that part during the Tiki Room War Chant when the orchids start singing;

Tahuwai la a tahuwai wai la
Ehu hene la a pili koo lua la
Pututui lu a ite toe la
Hanu lipo ita paalai

And then, as the song ends, thunder strikes, and rain streams down the windows; this was when I was young; I’d cry because now we would have to go outside and it’s raining at Disneyland. I just love the magic that is found in this park because we’d step outside, and the sky was blue.

Caroline Wise, Tommy "Tiny" Lister, and John Wise at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

On the way to Mickey’s Toontown, standing against a rail next to a tree, there he was, President Lindberg – no, we are not confusing our Presidents. Initially, I walked by and thought this guy looked familiar; as Caroline caught up with me, I asked her, “Isn’t that….?” and she quickly answered, “Yes, that’s Tiny Lister.” Tommy “Tiny” Lister has a special place in our memories from his role as President Lindberg in the movie The Fifth Element – one of our all-time favorite movies and one of the few we have honestly seen more than half a dozen times.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Save Toontown till late in the day, and all the parents will have taken their kids to dinner and bed after a busy day, leaving this corner of the park to us adults who never want to quit.

Caroline Wise at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Aside from all the slobber and boogers all over everything, it is as though we are on a private after-hours tour.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Just hours ago, there were thousands of kids filling every square foot of the streets and while their energy is missing, the delight of Toontown is in full force.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Nothing like a late-night visit back to It’s a Small World.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

Great way to end the night ready to barf after stepping off these. Nope.

Caroline Wise at Disneyland in Anaheim, California

The last two hours in the park are just the best; we are tired, and our feet are sore, but all the frantic noises and rushing around have wound down. Everyone else is taking their time and slowly appreciating the things we all raced by earlier.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

We watched a spectacular Halloween fireworks show this evening, the best we’ve ever seen at Disneyland here in Anaheim, although Disneyworld 1999 still holds firm as the most epic fireworks show witnessed by the two of us. The only line we didn’t endure today was for Splash Mountain but darn near everything else was ridden twice.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

It’s just before midnight as we leave through the gate we entered 16 hours ago. This really is the Happiest Place on Earth.

Disneyland in Anaheim, California

And yes, we are living happily ever after.

Going Home

National Arboretum in Washington D.C.

This is our last day in the Washington, D.C. area and we don’t have a lot of time to goof around before our flights leave in the afternoon. The plan had been to split our time between the National Arboretum and Baltimore. The arboretum is somewhat off the beaten path for those visiting our nation’s capital. Our GPS is a trail guide unit, so its clarity in giving details regarding city locations is hit-and-miss. We found the arboretum, but not before we missed our turn and had to double back off the Baltimore-Washington Parkway. Once we entered, just behind the visitor center, we encountered this koi pond whipped into a multi-colored feeding frenzy by a group of school children offering treats.

National Arboretum in Washington D.C.

A small corner of the arboretum is dedicated as the National Bonsai Garden where we marvel at this Japanese White Pine in training since 1625. This just blows the mind, considering how many pairs of hands have nurtured this tree for nearly 400 years.

National Arboretum in Washington D.C.

Other than for the school groups that make their way out here, this doesn’t seem to be one of the more popular D.C. stops, kind of like the Washington Cathedral we visited back in May.

National Arboretum in Washington D.C.

Away from the noise, not that there’s a lot of that out here, we are all alone among the Corinthian columns. Not just any columns either; these once supported the East Portico of the U.S. Capitol from 1828 to 1958, when an expansion required their removal. They sat in storage for years until 1984, when they took their place here at the National Arboretum. Like a ruin in ancient Greece, these columns stand proudly on a hill as though they had been here for centuries.

National Arboretum in Washington D.C.

Trails crisscross the arboretum through various terrains with a tremendous assortment of plant life on display. We make our way from a herb garden to a trail that wends its way through Fern Valley. The last area we have time to visit is the Asian Collection.

National Arboretum in Washington D.C.

After studying a map of the Asian Collection we choose to follow yet another path. It doesn’t look possible that we’ll see even a fraction of the garden, but the trails are not as long as we first thought, and soon, we have covered a wide area. One trail takes us to the Anacostia River; our return has us going uphill to Hickey Hill Road, walking along some dense trees and various Asian plants that are most often marked with a plaque imprinted with the plant’s botanical name. My apologies for repeating this so often, but we should have had more time to explore this place. Again, we are visiting a location with much to offer and is of great curiosity to us, but time is not on our side. Yet another reason for a return trip to the Washington, D.C. area.

Jessica Aldridge, Caroline Wise, and John Wise in Baltimore, Maryland

Back on the Baltimore-Washington Parkway we head directly to downtown Baltimore and stop at the visitors center. What can someone do with just a couple of hours to see Baltimore? I loved the answer we were offered, which was, “Take the water taxi across the harbor,” so that’s just what we did as it’s not every day we are on water taxis.

Baltimore, Maryland

“Follow that with a walk through Little Italy, have a bite to eat, see some historic sites related to the Star-Spangled Banner, and then come back someday when you have more time.”

Baltimore, Maryland

That all sounded great, and so that’s just what we did and will do.

Baltimore, Maryland

The paninis and mufalato from Vaccaro’s Pastry Shop were fantastic.

Baltimore, Maryland

This is the Star-Spangled Banner Flag House, where in 1813, Mary Pickersgill made the flag that in 1814 was hoisted at nearby Fort McHenry. Francis Scott Key penned the lyrics of the national anthem after seeing that the flag was still waving after a 25-hour attack by the British.

Baltimore, Maryland

We didn’t take a tour of Fort McHenry today, which proved wrongheaded because when we returned a month later, we arrived in poor weather.

Baltimore, Maryland

I wonder if Baltimore’s nickname is the City of Red Brick?

Baltimore, Maryland

Like I said.

Back to the car for the short drive to the airport, dropping Jessica at her terminal with minutes to spare before her flight takes off while we have a few more hours before our departure back to Phoenix.

Washington D.C.

Caroline Wise, Jessica Aldridge, and John Wise in front of the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

What promises to be a long day began with Caroline, Jessica, and I walking south on 11th Street to Pennsylvania Avenue, around the Old Post Office, continuing south on 12th Street between the Department of Commerce and the Internal Revenue Service. Right on Constitution Avenue and over to the Washington Monument. On our previous visits to the nation’s capital, tickets for going to the top of the monument had been sold out; this time, I planned well in advance.

View from the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

We were first in line, and first through security, then we waited with everyone else to ride the elevator to the top. The Washington Monument was constructed between 1848 and 1884. Lack of funds and the Civil War were some of the reasons this 555-foot obelisk took so long to build. Today we are riding to the top of what at one time was the tallest building on earth. Once inside, our first view is looking north to the White House on a beautiful blue sky day.

View from the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

The small windows looking west are occupied by other tourists, but the south windows are free, offering us a great view of the Jefferson Memorial, the Tidal Basin, and the Potomac flowing to the south. What a thrill to be up here; we take our time to inspect the granite, how the pieces were fitted together, the holes cut through the granite above us, which house the red blinking lights that warn aircraft that the Washington Monument stands here.

View from the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

On the eastern side of the monument, the scenery is bathed in a blue haze; the sun over the Capitol is stopping me from getting a nice picture with all of the glare that’s over there. Next time in D.C., we’ll reserve a late afternoon tour just so we can see the U.S. Capitol from above, glowing in the golden light of sunset. Looking northeast, I was able to take the photo above with fairly good results. Remember, I am shooting through glass that doesn’t look as if it is cleaned every day. In the photo above, the first building on the left and the massive one with the interesting circle and half-circle next to it belong to the Department of Commerce – a huge agency indeed. If you are familiar with D.C., you’ll notice the Old Post Office with its tower; the building in front of it is the Internal Revenue Service. The two buildings on the right are the Smithsonian National Museum of American History and the National Museum of Natural History.

View from the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

Now clear of other visitors, the western windows offer us a view of the Lincoln Memorial, the Reflecting Pool, and the National World War II Memorial. The buildings to the right are the Federal Reserve, the National Academy of Engineering, and the State Department. Out of view to the southwest is the Pentagon. I did shoot a number of panoramas while up here, but none of them gave me the results I’d hoped for.

Jessica Aldridge in the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

At each window is a photographic diagram showing three different views of the same scene across time. For example, on the western view, you see an image from 1901 with what looks like a swamp next to the Potomac with a dotted overlay showing where the Lincoln Memorial and Reflecting Pool sit today. The next image is from 1920, with the majority of the monument built, but the entire site is still under construction. The last image is from 1999 and some buildings that had been north of the Reflecting Pool have been replaced by a carp pond. The construction for the World War II Memorial hadn’t been started yet, either. On the ride down, the elevator stops, and the lighting changes, allowing us to see through opaque doors some of the dedications made in granite on the interior of the monument. I may sound like a broken record, but we are thrilled to have had the opportunity to see all of this.

Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C.

I have no idea how I had this vantage point above so much, and yet obviously not from the heights of the Washington Monument. By the way, it’s at this point, 13 years after the majority of this blog post was already written up, that I’m adding more photos and a bit more text, starting with this image right here. It’s 2022 when I’m working through these entries, which I believe I pointed out in the previous posts.

Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

Those tiny rectangles up there are the windows we were just looking through on the Washington Monument. While the day could have easily revolved around nothing more than visiting the immediate area right here, we do have other plans.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

East on the National Mall, we walked towards the Capitol until we reached the Natural History Museum.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

In May, when we visited with my mother-in-law, there was an event being held in the museum that cut our visit short. Caroline, in particular, had wanted to return to spend more time at the exhibit titled ‘Written in Bone.’

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

We spend two hours here, seeing lots of dinosaur skeletons, fossils, minerals, precious gems, and human bones, but look forward to the day we might be able to dwell from opening to closing, reading and studying the displays.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

A giant nautiloid fossil.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

A Triassic-age relative of the crocodile.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

An example from the Lepidotes species of fish that is now extinct.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

We can all be happy that this line of amphibians didn’t survive very long out of the Paleozoic/Permian periods, as who the hell would want to see a line of frogs descended from these monsters?

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

Various soil types from states across America this is just a small sample of them.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

In May when we visited the Jamestown settlement, we had seen that some of their exhibits were on loan to the Smithsonian for the exhibition titled, you guessed it, Written in Bone. This is one of those exhibits.

Smithsonian Castle in Washington D.C.

Across the Mall, we enter the Castle. The Smithsonian Information Center and administrative offices are housed here. The Castle was the first building built for what would, by the time of our visit, encompass a total of sixteen museums and the National Zoo. As you enter the Castle, on your left is the tomb of James Smithson, from whose charitable gift the Smithsonian was established on July 1st, 1836.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

The collection pieces on display in the Castle are taken from the various other museums within D.C.

Smithsonian Castle in Washington D.C.

Sure, there were other things seen and photographed, but I don’t have a lifetime to note the many details of inventory of what we’ve seen, so I must be moving on.

Rose in Washington D.C.

Between the museums, there are other things to see, such as beautiful roses.

National Air and Space Museum in Washington D.C.

On our way to the newest addition to the Smithsonian, we dipped into the National Air and Space Museum. After flying Southwest Airlines so many times over the previous years, I had forgotten how large a 747 is; the front side of one of these trans-continental jumbos is on exhibit, complete with a cockpit, offering us a look into this giant of the skies. Obviously, the Spirit of St. Louis is not a 747.

National Air and Space Museum in Washington D.C.

Seeing the model for the Hubble Telescope was nothing less than amazing; I thought it would have been a lot smaller. The same goes for Skylab; a life-size model is on display, and with a line of visitors snaking around it before reaching inside, you can guess this is a popular display. Skylab crashed back to earth in 1979, all 77.5 tons of it.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

On September 21, 2004, the National Museum of the American Indian opened its doors. This is our first visit, and to be honest, I had anticipated this particular museum would be a disappointment. The reason I assumed that is because the American Indian typically gets short-changed, and maybe this effort would appear to be a cheap second thought.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

I was wrong – very wrong. The five-story building and water features as you approach are beautiful. Walking through the doors, you can’t help but be impressed with the flow of things. The museum’s architect, Douglas Cardinal, is a Blackfoot Indian; his work is amazing.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

On display is part of a collection of more than 800,000 objects as well as a portion of the more than 125,000 images in the archive.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

There are many exhibits dedicated to particular tribes, with contemporary and historical pieces presenting these peoples and cultures. And it is not just the North American Indians here; the Native people of South and Central America also find representation.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

Guilt and shame are horrible traits of a people that claim to be modern and enlightened.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

I think we can see where Walt Disney lifted his inspiration for a famous mouse.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

Nope, just a lot of nope. If I ever saw another human being running at me wearing a mask made of a hornet’s nest, I’d be miles away.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

The Mitsitam Native Foods Cafe was closing when we were finishing our tour of the museum. The menu changes over the year but has featured buffalo steak, aji amarillo mashed yucca, banana-wrapped bluefish, dried red corn with chili salad, cornmeal crusted fried frog legs, wild-cinnamon-and-juniper-glazed acorn squash – next time; we are in Washington, D.C. we will try to take most of our meals right here.

U.S. Capitol in Washington D.C.

Good thing we have so many spectacular photos of this building.

National Portrait Gallery in Washington D.C.

The National Portrait Gallery was our next stop. On previous visits, Caroline and I have toured the White House, the U.S. Capitol, and the Supreme Court.

National Portrait Gallery in Washington D.C.

We have visited other units within the Smithsonian, the Lincoln, Jefferson, and Roosevelt Memorials, the Vietnam and Korean War Memorials, the National Archives, the Library of Congress, the Holocaust Museum, Ford’s Theater, Washington National Cathedral, and some other places but on this trip, we have been trying to fill in some gaps of a few of the places we have not been.

National Portrait Gallery in Washington D.C.

As is usual with our travels, there is never enough time to see and do all we might like to do. It’s barely an hour in the Portrait Gallery before we have to leave; this was planned as our last afternoon stop because the Portrait Gallery is open until 7:00 p.m. daily.

Jessica Aldridge at the U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

For our final destination of the day at the U.S. Naval Observatory, the Metro in the direction of Shady Grove was the subway we needed to board.

Caroline Wise at the U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

Multi-pass.

U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

By an incredible stroke of luck with a small window of opportunity, I somehow managed to snag reservations for one of the infrequent Monday-only tours of the U.S. Naval Observatory. You must arrive by 8:00 p.m., but we took no chances and arrived a half-hour early. At 8:00, the security check began, and soon, we were wearing the badges that would have to be worn during our stay at the Observatory.

Caroline Wise at the U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

While we did get the chance to look at Jupiter and its moons, we sadly did not have the same luck in spotting our Vice President Joe Biden – the Vice President’s residence is here on the Observatory grounds. Our tour consisted of learning about the Naval Observatory’s job of being one of the keys to measuring time for the United States – and the world – and how, back before atomic clocks, the observatory was used to fix on particular stars measuring their transit and then syncing clocks so that a recognized source could be established that business and government would accept as being a true measure of accurate time.

U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

Finally, a visit to the observatory library and a terrific chance to see one of the world’s greatest collections of books regarding astronomy and mathematics, with one book on display dating from 1611-1612.

U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

It was now after 10:00 p.m., we were hungry, and the tour was over. Great, we are quite the distance from a Metro station, there is no taxi stand nearby, and our feet are killing us. Fortunately, it wasn’t long after we started walking down Massachusetts Avenue that we were able to flag down a taxi moving in the opposite direction as us; thanks, unknown taxi man. Dinner was at Harry’s on the ground floor of our hotel; sleep didn’t show up until midnight.