I had just finished a week or so of work in New York City, where our t.v. crew from Phoenix had been covering the Democratic National Convention.
While the rest of our team went on their way I took the train down to Washington.
My sons were living in Gaithersburg, Maryland, just outside of D.C. and I had not seen them for awhile.
We had dinner in Georgetown and my older son, Troy, went on to a previously planned trip to the beach with his friends.
The younger son, Scott, and I stayed over in Washington and did some of the sights.
Like the U.S. Capitol.
Now, 36 years later, Scott is 53 years old and lives in Florida.
Today is his birthday.
Happy Birthday, son.