Back in 1937, my dad went to college and had a miserable freshman year. Unsure whether he should continue, he decided to take time off and, thanks to the countenance of his brother, a draftsman at the Washington Navy Yard, he got a job as a machinist apprentice at the same place. After a year of employment, Dad was motivated to return to college.
I work closely with the Department of Transportation, next to the Navy Yard. Going there, and to Nationals baseball games just down the street, I have wondered if one of the old industrial buildings might be where my dad or uncle worked. As D.C. Del. Eleanor Holmes Norton said, “We take an attack on a federal facility in our city personally.” Especially when so many of our colleagues are killed and maimed.