Out to the Bay

So my great-grandpa brought my family out to Washington, DC back in the 1950's. Though I never knew him, I am beginning to feel more connected to him based on conversations with my great uncle and grandma about him. He was committed to public service and valued our country. On a lighter note, he liked oysters, especially fried oysters, which I love too. He seemed to be full of energy and life, too.

One to speak his mind, he was not to keen on some of his in-laws. When certain folks came to DC to visit he would say to my great-grandmother "I'm going out to the Bay." And he would head out to the Chesapeake Bay to fish. I don't know why, but I have this image of him heading out of town in an 1950s gas guzzler and then fishing on the Chesapeake Bay. That area is beautiful, if you haven't been. Anyway, I like that I am living in the footsteps of my great grandparents, whether I am here in DC or out to the bay.