

I was pretty tired and sick of walking, especially given the condition of my big toe (see my blog). I let Sarah wander the museum for 20 minutes while I had a power nap.
Me on Pennsylvania Ave in front of the Capital building.
Now I'm at the other of the mall, standing where Martin Luther King Jr. stood as he gave his "I have a dream speech."
A bug's eye view perspective of the library of congress building. This really is a work of art.
The liberty bell in front of it's original home, Independence Hall. This is where the declaration of independence was signed many years ago.
Of course I introduced Sarah to her first Philly Cheese Steak.
Before arriving at my aunt Mere's house in Virginia, we stopped in Kensington, Maryland at the DC Temple. We didn't go through a session, but enjoyed touring the visiting center. It was especially fun to meet Sister Ann Trehet (left), a missionary from France who recognized that Sarah is a Sacuto and said that she is friends with Sarah's sister Tiare. Sarah's mom Tiare used to teach her in Young Women's! What a small world. We also watched the Joseph Smith movie in their beautiful theater, and had the place to ourselves. We were glad the missionariers didn't do their intro from the mic at the bottom of the theater but came and spoke personally to us.
After the Temple we spent a few hours at the Cloisters, the medieval art museum in Washington Heights. It's a really special place, and I'm glad I was able to take Sarah there.
Even good things have to come to an end. Here's a picture of us saying goodbye to dad before heading back to Bronxville where we stayed with my Aunt Bonnie and her family. The next we drove back south to DC.
This is where most of the immigrants coming to the US went from 1880-1930. Now it's the US Immigration Museum and a very impressive place. I don't think any of my personal ancestors came through here, but I know the LDS Church has done a lot to preserve the immigration records so that people can do increasingly extensive geneology.
One of the many highlights of the trip was of course the Yankee game dad took us to. There really isn't anything quite like sitting in the upper deck at yankee stadium and watching the sun set over the course of the hours as the Yanks beat their opponents. The victim this night were the Chicago White Sox. Check out my blog at www.dklinejones.blogspot for a couple video clips from the game. I should mention that this was the 21st summer in a row that my dad and I have gone to a game together at Yankee Stadium.
We were very inspired by our tour of the United Nations and particularly enjoyed this mosaic by Normal Rockwell. In fact, we have a poster of it hanging in our living room now. I should give credit to my friend Philippe, who did this same thing a year or so ago.
This is our tour guide speaking to us from the main chambers of the General Assembly. Our guide was part Israli and part Argentinian, a very interesting mix.
That evening my dad took us out to dinner in the east village where we saw Ari Hest perform. For those of you who don't know, Ari went to the same high school as me. While he was a couple grades older, we did perform at the same concert together, and I clearly remember being impressed by him. Now he's on Columbia records and has 3 or 4 fantastic records out. He is a really impressive singer and guitarist, and we loved his show. You should check out his website: www.arihest.com.