I didn't take a whole lot of pictures over the weekend. I was more in hang out mode than look around mode, and the company was excellent. Below, however, are a few photos from my outing to the National Mall with Jim, daughters Mercedes and Reeve, and Scott. It was approximately one million degrees out, with 480% humidity. Never in my life have I had to eat a popsicle so fast. I couldn't help but wonder if the lunchtime joggers we saw weren't a little, you know, off. In the head. I also felt like the victim of a large-scale municipal prank when I read a sign on a water fountain that instructed me to "press button and wait." I pressed the button, and then I waited. And waited. And waited. But I had never been to DC before, and the sights were worth a bit of mugginess.

With Mercedes at the Lincoln Memorial.

Reeve somehow managed to make this look comfortable.

Kiteman. Not to be confused with Spoonman.

At the Washington Monument.

The Vietnam Memorial Wall.

The Lincoln Memorial.

A letter to the editors of Budget Living, June/July 2003 issue:

"I read your magazine by chance and enjoyed it. Being a man, I was surprised that the contents were so entertaining. I was going to subscribe, but you'll have to bill me later, because I can't fill out money orders here in jail. Talk about budget living! Maybe I can share a couple of tips? I like to hang different-size woven baskets on kitchen walls. Also, a really cheap, cool way to decorate is to use a feather duster as a paintbrush and pile on different colors. I've thought up a lot of stuff. Being an editor and all, if you feel like writing, I need a pen pal. I bet you never thought you would be hit on buy a guy in jail that reads your magazine."

In unrelated news, this picture of Christina Ricci is really creeping me out.