Gina and I traveled a lot before we had children. At the time we had our own business and for a time business was good. We had the time to travel and we did a good bit of it. Most of the trips involved continuing education for Gina. Before '96 I was also touring and playing a good bit. I loved it when Gina could accompany me. It wasn't as fun when situations changed and she could no longer join me. I like being with my girl.
This picture was taken in Washington, DC in August of 1995. Gina was expecting our first on that trip. I remember driving up Hwy 95 with an expectant mother who was ill. She had insisted on the Washington trip. There was an excellent hand splinting class that she didn't want to miss. She spent most of the week at the hotel in Arlington, a very nice hotel, that the conference was held. With Gina in class, I had a lot of time to kill on my own.
I remember grabbing a bite to eat in the mornings at the hotel. I'd then took advantage of the hotel's shuttle service and hitch a ride to the public metro. I spent most of my mornings and afternoons hoofing around town, exploring DC. I'd come back in the late afternoon to hook up with Gina. She was a little jealous that I spent my days touring while she spent her days in class. She was excited about what she was learning, but couldn't be at two places at once. She was also pregnant, which meant she wouldn't have been up going all the places I had been on foot.
We did have some time together by the end of the week. I was able to take her to the places I thought she'd enjoy seeing the most. It was during that time that she asked for me to pose for the picture above.
My most favorite spot was Robert E. Lee's old home place, Arlington. When I took Gina back there, it was dusk. It was very tranquil and beautiful. Arlington National Cemetery was an overwhelming experience ~ just being there. If someone gave me the chance to go back to Washington, DC, but I could only go to one place, I'd go to the Arlington Cemetery again.
Late one night I sat and lightly played my guitar while Gina slept, and penned a song called Arlington. I don't sing the song often, but it reminds me of that trip, and all those rows upon rows of sacrifice.