When it’s 2010 and your plane has one of these you got to ask yourself…

One highlight of the trip was eating the Sabrett hot dogs with steamed buns hand crafted in dirty water by just about every street vendor in the Capitol park area. Can’t beat kraut and a dag (not mispelled).

The depression tour, complete with weather package! Came to DC Friday with my bro on a quick Navy Seal trip to see my Uncle and his battle against pancreatic cancer. It rained everyday here so the weather matched the mood. At least we got to see my Uncle everyday, my grandma everyday (in a nursing home which is looks and smells like death) and my grandpa one day at the cemetary. I used to love DC because I had so much family here but it seems as life flashes by my east coast counterpart diminishes. It’s good seeing my cousins and 2nd nephews (does that phrase even exist?) because it reminds me of the brighter side of life. On one door you have death and tragedy and on the other you have youth and joy. I am glad at these depressed times I can look at my baby and have him wash away the way I feel. My poor Uncle, the best relative I ever had.