I was driving with my family around Washington DC this week. My younger son, Joseph, was sleeping, but Samuel was still awake, so I started relating memories from my time in the area growing up.
We had watched the Wizard of Oz recently together, so he appreciated all the references. When we finally got near the temple, he was impressed that it really did look like the Emerald City. Unfortunately, looking backwards towards the railroad bridge we found that the graffito hasn’t been repainted. I don’t condone vandalism, but I miss this memory from my childhood. But the bonding with my son was priceless, with or without the actual text. And finding the picture above will help convince him that I’m not crazy.