Harrell, again:

HereÂ’s how I know IÂ’m a hot-shot D.C. insider: If you fly into Reagan on the northern approach late in the day and happen to be sitting on the left side of the plane in a window seat, you get the most amazing view of the District you could ever hope to see. As the plane makes it approach down the center-line of the river and performs its death dive into the Potomac, all the towering marble facades slide by outside your window like so many visions from an era past. I know this. In fact, I specifically changed my seat assignment this morning so I could have a window seat on the left side, just in case the winds are favorable for a north-to-south approach to the airport. Just in case.

IÂ’m pretty sure that makes me a hot-shot D.C. insider.

Shut up. Stop laughing. Seriously. IÂ’ve been there for three weeks.

I saw that view entirely by chance when I flew out to D.C. for CPAC. And then I landed at National and took the Metro to the neighborhood my hotel was in, looking at the map and grinning like an idiot all the way there. ("I'm underneath the Pentagon! Or nearby, anyway! Isn't it wonderful!" I did not say these things out loud, of course, but I saw people edging nerviously away just from the vibe.)

I love that city. Though it is cold; no getting around that.

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