On Friday, I went up to Capitol Hill. I was meeting with a couple of Senate staffers about some list management issues they are having. The town was buzzing with activity for this weekend’s WWII monument dedication. I knew that I wouldn’t run into Washingtonienne but thought of her anyway as I entered Hart. On the way back through Union Station, I struck up a conversation with the duck man and couldn’t help but wonder if my future also held the possibility of one day quacking my way through Washington, DC.