The glamorous capital of the Global War on Terror.
Since I was last here, the anti-carbomb Jersey
Barriers, formerly a grim raw cement or scary
aviation-orange, have been repainted a
tasteful forest green.
It's as if the Maginot Line had been done-over
by Nancy Reagan's decorators. Most every
crucial crossroads also features one or two
discreet, creepy, lumbering, smoke-windowed
Chevy Suburban armored SUVs. I didn't take
their pictures. I didn't figure the owners
would take kindly to it.
Some aspects of Washington never seem to
change.
