My office is at 15th and K in DC, just a few blocks from the White House. At lunchtime, I often wade out among the wonks, lobbyists, power brokers, homeless, hucksters and federal cogs in search of food.
While I was returning from a Korean food truck yesterday clutching my veggie bibimbap and listening to my colleague prattle on about server loads and memcache settings, I spotted my favorite DC wildlife: a family of tourists — mom, dad, son and daughter — walking in wide-eyed wonder, clutching maps, seeking the next spectacular site the nation’s capital has to offer.
It made me pause to think about how lucky I am to live here. Then I ate my bibimbap.