Spring Fever....

Not a holiday of course, but this spring I am going to be a tourist and visit the sights and sounds of Washington DC. Having lived outside Washington DC for nineteen years I should visit the city. Blossoming Japanese cherry trees on the tidal basin are beautiful. Donated in the 1930s from the same people who brought us Pearl Harbour and Toyotas, they are supposed to be spectacular. I'm not a tree person, but it is a nice walk…

I plan on visiting The Spy Museum, Smithsonian, American History and Air & Space museums, Fords Theater, Holocaust Museum and after lunch, a few other sites. I went to the National Art museum last summer and it was incredibly boring.

My taste in art has never progressed past velvet Elvis's and Dogs Playing Poker. Statues without heads or arms, portraits of very large ladies lounging on couches don't really do much for me. Effete interpretation on what the artist was thinking is a little silly. Sometimes a painting is just a painting.

In August 1814 the Redcoats burned the White House down and I am really sorry they did that. They could have just trashed the place, painted a little graffiti, and left a real mess to clean up. President Madison, who is famous for very little, wasn't too happy about it.

This week events across the moat include St. Patrick's Day. Second generation Irish Americans are more Irish than their ancestors. Honourary Irishman for a day, President O'Bama gave a short PR speech.

Everyone wears something green, and for lunch I will be having a 'Green Taco' with Green Tea of course. I draw the line at green beer though, that's gross. Well, Happy Eireann go Bragh to all.

The recent Press article on Dalgety Bay youths was really amusing. Probably not intended that way, but it was.

Back in the 1920's, Jazz, Zoot Suits, short skirts, The Charleston and Jitterbug Dance craze were ruining our youth. In the 1960s long hair, the mini skirt, make love not war, guaranteed our youth a place in hell.

Has anything changed? No, and it probably shouldn't. Teenagers in every generation are always in conflict with the previous generation.

I think we should be a little more lenient and tolerant with today's youths. After all, they are the ones who will be picking out our nursing homes for us.

Now if I can just find my binoculars as there is a suspicious 'shoogling' vehicle about a mile away.

Across the Pond