The National Gallery of Art:
Girls admiring Bierstadt:
Beginning in 1832, the French artist Honore' Daumier made thirty-six caricatures of members of the French Parliment and other government officials as models for a satire journal at the risk of fines and imprisonment. The National Gallery of Art owns one of the only existing complete sets of all the busts.
The central entry of the National Gallery of Art:
I have possibly just enough time to visit the National Holocaust Memorial. I’m in the middle of reading When They Came to Take My Father, accounts by Holocaust survivors. It’s inspired me to want to see this museum. Unfortunately, I cannot find parking anywhere close. It will have to be for another time. I still have four hours to drive to make it to tonight’s show in Williamsport, PA. One more stop at Five Guys and I’m on my way.
The four hour drive to Pennsylvania is a pretty one. It is rural hillsides and scenic drives in a winter scene. I pass the York barbell factory in York, PA. Anyone who has ever spent time in a gym lifting weights has probably come across York barbells. The statue of a weightlifter on their sign in the clean position of a clean and jerk lift is classic American road side advertising art.
Williamsport looks like a nice town in the mountains. I wish I could have seen it in the daylight. I understand the Little League World Series takes place here. Tonight’s venue is another beautiful, revived movie theater. It’s in an older section of downtown with some nice early 1900’s or earlier buildings.
After the show, I make a quick stop on the way out of town at Old School Pizza for a slice. Great pizza. It was just opened by three lifelong friends, all about twenty-eight years old. I wish them much success.
It’s about 9:00 p.m. and time to start the three hour drive back to Baltimore. The first hour or so goes well, but then my stomach starts to feel a little funny. I pull over at an exit north of York. All of a sudden, I am in the middle of some big time sickness. I’m not sure I can make the drive to Baltimore. I ultimately do, but by then my fever is 102.
The night is rough. I wake the next morning at 5:00 a.m. for my flight and spend several minutes determining whether I can even make it to the airport. I do and ultimately make it home to spend the next three days in bed. It’s a rough finish, but what an otherwise wonderful trip!
The four hour drive to Pennsylvania is a pretty one. It is rural hillsides and scenic drives in a winter scene. I pass the York barbell factory in York, PA. Anyone who has ever spent time in a gym lifting weights has probably come across York barbells. The statue of a weightlifter on their sign in the clean position of a clean and jerk lift is classic American road side advertising art.
Williamsport looks like a nice town in the mountains. I wish I could have seen it in the daylight. I understand the Little League World Series takes place here. Tonight’s venue is another beautiful, revived movie theater. It’s in an older section of downtown with some nice early 1900’s or earlier buildings.
After the show, I make a quick stop on the way out of town at Old School Pizza for a slice. Great pizza. It was just opened by three lifelong friends, all about twenty-eight years old. I wish them much success.
It’s about 9:00 p.m. and time to start the three hour drive back to Baltimore. The first hour or so goes well, but then my stomach starts to feel a little funny. I pull over at an exit north of York. All of a sudden, I am in the middle of some big time sickness. I’m not sure I can make the drive to Baltimore. I ultimately do, but by then my fever is 102.
The night is rough. I wake the next morning at 5:00 a.m. for my flight and spend several minutes determining whether I can even make it to the airport. I do and ultimately make it home to spend the next three days in bed. It’s a rough finish, but what an otherwise wonderful trip!
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