DC Madness

I spent most of last week in DC for a conference for Down syndrome leadership. As with most assemblies involving hundreds of people, most got along, some dissented, and a few ideological bombs were tossed. No offense to organizers or attendees who may stumble on this note; the highlight was Sunday morning, 6am, as I stood on the mall alone with the MCS.



55 minutes of no-traffic, all-green lights, light snow, empty city driving can feel like Midtown Madness. A lot like it, in fact, right down to the red-with-white-top MCS that my son and I always drive.