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Les... about the Metro
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Donna from Mo    Posted 06-17-2004 at 12:58:05       [Reply]  [No Email]
AN ANGEL NAMED ASTRID

Yesterday we were supposed to tour the memorials in Washington, DC. We had it all planned out, but the day turned sour right off. When we got to the parking garage and lot for the Metro, there was not a single space. And there were lots of other people circling and looking besides us. Finally, about 11 AM, we decided to find something easy and close to home and start again in the morning. We went to Mannassas battlefield, which was enjoyable and educational. It's humbling to realize that the ground you're walking on has been drenched by the blood of ancesters. However, when we left there, a rock hit Joanna's windshield, leaving a "star" about the size of a fifty-cent piece.

This morning, we left at 7:30, figuring that would give us time if we had to change any plans. Plan A was to go park in the parking lot at Joanna's church, in Centreville and catch a bus to the place where we could get on the Metro. Plan B: we'd drive to Dulles (very near Joanna's home), pay the $12 parking at the New National Air and Space museum there, and take the bus from there. Plan C: We'd call Joanna's friend, Steve, and have him take us to the Vienna Metro.

Armed with all these backup plans, away we went. There was plenty of room in the Metro parking lot (good sign) and we went to the bus stop and prepared to wait for about a half-hour.

That's when an SUV pulled up at the bus stop, and a trendy-looking young career-woman type rolled down the window and asked, "Do you want to go to Washington, DC?"

It turns out that, if you have at least two people with you, you can use the HOV (high occupancy vehicle) lane and get into town much faster. She had been called in to work, and didn't want to crawl through traffic.

After yesterday's problems, Joanna and I were simply astounded at this "angel" we felt God had sent us. It simplified our day so much, and got us to the Vietnam Vet's memorial a half-hour before the trams even started running. Not only that, but Astrid, our heaven-sent Taxi driver, was a wonderful conversationalist. So the time we spent with her fairly flew. She even gave us her cell phone number in case we were still there at 4 PM, so she could pick us up; but in the heat and humidity, neither of us was ready to stay that long. So I finally experienced the Metro.

And it was just this morning I was singing to myself, "Be not dismayed, whate'er betide; God will take care of you...."




Les    Posted 06-17-2004 at 14:51:20       [Reply]  [No Email]
Vienna would be the end of the Orange line. When I was at the Folklife Festival, our hotel was at Rosslyn. Both the orange line and the blue line go through there. It was a piece of cake getting back and forth between there and the Mall.
Rosslyn has what must be one of the longest escalators anywhere. It's way underground.
How did you like the Metro? Didn't you find it clean and nice?


Donna    Posted 06-17-2004 at 16:05:40       [Reply]  [No Email]
Loved it Les, but I've seen so many scary movies, I asked my friend what would happen if some mugger came at me with a knife; she told me Harrison Ford would run to my rescue and I'd be fine.


Dee in mid MO    Posted 06-17-2004 at 13:42:42       [Reply]  [No Email]
An informational story was done by either NBC or CBS about the travel hikers around W DC awhile back. The reporter said the process worked quite well. Glad it worked for you. It gives a whole new meaning to 'hitch hikers' & the goodness of people. Dee


Donna    Posted 06-17-2004 at 13:45:54       [Reply]  [No Email]
And now, at almost age 60, I can say I have hitch-hiked!


Dee in mid MO    Posted 06-17-2004 at 14:07:06       [Reply]  [No Email]
...when I was a kid, it was accepted that out of courtesy to your fellow man, that you picked up hikers. In our part of the country back then, nothing bad ever happened. Today? - more fearful times! Dee


Patria    Posted 06-17-2004 at 15:02:50       [Reply]  [No Email]
"-more fearful times!-" you can say that again..:-)
Even here in my island I'll be careful where I park and also watchful of my suroundings. The whole island is a big city.:-)
Thank God for the mountains.



Steve from TN    Posted 06-17-2004 at 13:06:45       [Reply]  [No Email]
Donna, my brother lived in Va. and worked at the USDA. Every morning he walked to the end of his street and stood in line waiting for those commuters who wanted to drive in the hov lane. They would stop and tell the line where they were going and the person who was next in line that had the same destination would pile in. In the evening he rode the metro home. He got a ride every morning.


Les    Posted 06-17-2004 at 14:47:56       [Reply]  [No Email]
That sounds like the "Swoop Circle" that we used to have at Camp LeJeune, NC when I was in the Marine Corps. On a Friday afternoon, you could go to this designated area where people who were going somewhere for the weekend would gather. People with space in their cars would come by and announce where they were going. If you wanted to go there, you would make a deal with the driver as to $$, etc, and off you'd go. This was all organized and run by the MPs.
I only did it once. Was hoping to get home for a long 4th of July weekend. Found a ride that was going about 40 miles from my home. Off we went, 5 of us in this old Pontiac. Unfortunately, about 20 miles outside the gate, we got into an accident and that was the end of my weekend home.


Steve from TN    Posted 06-17-2004 at 15:33:01       [Reply]  [No Email]
I was trying to fly military-standby from Ft. Jackson,SC back in the 60's. Got on the plane at Columbia and got bumped at Augusta,GA. Couldn't catch another plane. Put my foot in the road. First car down the interstate picked me up.(This was 65 and it was still ok to be a soldier.) This guy took me all the way to Atlanta. I had to buy him a 6 pack of something. Rode the bus on in to Memphis and home. It's a good memory, but I don't want to do it again. I still pick up hitch hikers when I am alone. I have never had a scary incident. The last one rode about 200 miles with me. I found out that he had finished a term at Huntsville,Texas. That's not the University of Texas. That's one big prison. He was good company.


Pitch    Posted 06-17-2004 at 15:23:13       [Reply]  [No Email]
Oh I well remember swoop circle.Friday afternoon find a ride to NYC. Flat out on I95 stopping only for gas.Marines and other Military didn't get tickets in the early '70s so no speed limit pertained to us. Grab a bus to the airport and a flight to Syracuse. If there was room the uniform usually got you a free ride in first class (if the stewardess was real nice sometimes I never did get home)about 36 hrs. at home and reverse the process. Ah to be young and dumb again!!


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