"...I walked nine miles through the snow to get to school..."
"...uphill both ways..."
Okay. So it's not quite nine miles from my apartment to work at the Capitol. But today, it was definitely a walk through the snow. And it's not quite uphill, but it's to the Hill. Which totally counts, in my opinion.
But days like these make me wonder why on Earth our Founding Fathers thought THIS would be the ideal place to set up shop and get to work on America. With freezing winters dumping snow drifts reminiscent of the arctic tundra and summers hot enough to melt your eyeballs, Washington, DC's weather leaves something to be desired. In fact, I venture to guess that the District can only boast of a few weeks between each season that are actually hospitable to human life.
Now sure, maybe I personally do not mind the frigid, below-freezing temperatures or the icy sidewalks or gusts of wind up to 20 mph. But I have all the benefits of 21st century living -- a wide array of scarves, hats, and gloves, two incredibly toasty, street-length coats, those nifty around-the-back-of-the-head earmuffs, several pairs of boots, a double-insulated Starbucks mug, and the promise of central heating at my office.
George Washington? Not so much. Today on my way to work, happily sipping my home-brewed coffee and enjoying the novelty of real, live snow, I tried to imagine George's commute around Washington. The cool part about living in such a historic place? I could almost see our poor frigid hero thundering down Pennsylvania on horseback, bound in furs and freezing cold, two hundred years to early for a drive-thru cup of coffee...