19 April 2015

There are definitely some times in life when I feel like I am getting away with something.  On my final night in DC I stayed at the Cosmos Club.  If you aren't familiar with the city that will mean very little to you, but it's been a source of intrigue since I was a university student.  The club has a long a storied membership; there are walls covered with photos of members who have one the Nobel Prize, the Pulitzer Prize and the Presidential Medal of Freedom.  And I don't mean one or two, I mean hundreds.  I'm here only from the sheer dumb luck of being a member of a reciprocal club.  And the 18 year old me hasn't stopped smiling since.