In 1997, I ushered in New Years in Washington, DC. I remember it well. I have a photo of Lisa, me and the two other friends who joined us on that trip.
Lisa was pregnant with DJ but rallied for a long night that concluded with a 2 AM Metro ride Metro back to our hotel. On our walk to our stop, my bladder was about to burst. I had few options walking down Pennsylvania Avenue in the wee hours of the night but noticed a couple of trees ahead of me in front of a large white limestone building. As I pondered my choices, I took full advantage. As I walked up to the elm, I noticed the words cut into the cornerstone of the French Renaissance facade: Internal Revenue Service.
Yes, at 2 in the morning on January 1, 1997, I tinkled on the IRS.
I got no issues with our government or paying my fair share of taxes, but I will have to say there was something very rewarding about that act.
In December, my high school senior, DJ Tanner, asked if she could go to DC for New Year’s Eve with a friend. I wasn’t excited about the two of them driving up there alone, but they were staying with the other girl’s extended family. And frankly, I would much rather her be up there happy, than with the rest of the family miserable.
I gave her the dad speech:
- Be responsible
- Be aware and safe
- Don’t spend too much money
- Don’t pee on any governmental facilities
-all the normal things a parent worries about.
With some prying, I got a decent summary of the trip when she returned home on New Year’s afternoon. DJ, who has a knack for knocking out some pretty neat videos, took the photos from their adventure and tossed together his short film:
I love social media when used to give me a glimpse into my kids’ lives. I also love that there are no photos of the IRS building in this montage.