The sheer volume of white grave markers was inspiring, and incredibly sad. The sacrifices that so many have made... makes me cry just thinking of it.
That night we found ourselves in the Georgetown neighborhood, seeing the Potomac, and most importantly, capping off our trip with Joe. We found a restaurant called Mr. Smiths, and had one of the best beers of my life (two of them, if you must know).
It was a really special trip - seeing Joe and his life in DC, celebrating some milestone birthdays (25/30/55!) and taking the opportunity to spend time together. I cannot wait to go back.