
One of the weirdest is something called "The Awakening" out on the tip of Haines Point. (Some folks spell it "Hains", but that's not the way I was brought up.) My brother John and I used to play golf out on the Point. "The Awakening" somehow is a private piece of sculpture, 100 feet from head to foot, which is exceeding, by a lot, its temporary placement permit from the National Park Service. It's been there for about 40 years, and it's been hit twice by drunken drivers.

And then, there's the Marine Memorial, across the Potomac in Virginia. There's some irony here, but the Hayashi's enjoyed the visit.

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