I spent my last Washington DC morning at Arlington National Cemetery.
I paid respects to the Kennedys — John F., Bobby, and Ted, each flawed but great in their own ways. Had any of these three guys had a full term as president of this country — or better yet, two! — we would be today a very different nation.
We walked over the Tomb of the Unknowns in time for my travel companion to see his first-ever Changing of the Guard. And then two school groups performed the same wreath-laying ceremony that I did with Ball State University Singers 15 years ago. Except this time a bugler played Taps. And I cried.
After the crowd dispersed, I stayed for a moment in silent tribute and unspoken thanks.