I don't get out much, and I'm OK with that. I've always been a "homebody," and I'm OK with that... comfortable in my own skin. But when I do travel, it can result in awkward moments. Suzanne and I are spending a few days in Washington DC. The first day I just had to see the White House, so I set out after dinner with my red backpack. Once in front of the iron gates, I set down the backpack, took out a video camera and walked away. A few steps later a policeman barked, "Sir, please take the backpack with you." - Oops! They're thinking, "Bomb!" I'm not thinking.
Then there's the subway, or Metro. They have these little tickets you purchase from a machine called "farecards." I just pushed buttons until the thing issued a card. I still don't know how much is on it. When we finally reached our hotel, The Willard (incidentally, more US presidents have stayed there than anywhere in DC), it was the ultimate clash of cultures, mine and theirs. I have packed three things: shorts, undies and T's. Un-presidential for sure, but comfortable.
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