P E R S P E C T I V E S

Unfortunately, thatÒ³ how my summer began. We started June with a ride to Boston through what seemed to be a hurricane. There, we were lucky to see the storm blow over and be given the opportunity to explore the Navy Yard, the U.S.S. Constitution, and walk down old, cobblestone roads. The Bunker Hill Monument was amazing. What impressed us was the history of Boston × intact and still alive.

Our next road trip was Washington, D.C. Here, again, the weather not only followed us but, weighed us down step by grueling step. Did I mention that I didnҴ like mile-hikes and sweltering heat? How about both of these combined? Peaking at 100𬍠walking 12 blocks from our hotel, Washington swam before our eyes.

Through the haze, The Folk Festival in the National Mall was really very enjoyable. Heavily-costumed participants danced and sang throughout the day. Watching them, gave me this blast of energy to join with them in a dance or two.

When we sat down to plan our next sights to see, I felt as though I was the only one to harp on the prospective heat and associated nuisances. The kids actually looked forward to the next trip. They commented about how boring it was to just lay around watching TV or bicycle up and down the streets. Even my youngest (who seems to request a pool every time we telephone hotels) said he couldnÒ´ wait for the next trip.

Finally, my oldest put it all in perspective for me. He said knowingly, "Mama, if the freedom fighters in Lithuania and Revolutionary soldiers of America could put up with snipers, biting flies, unsanitary conditions, the heat, and constant walking and hiding to preserve their culture and history for all to see, then we can put up with it too, and enjoy what many fought for." It just goes to show you.