Tomorrow, Hania and I head off to Washington for the long weekend. It's a social visit - her godson is graduating from high school - but for me it will be tinged with nostalgia. I lived in DC in the summer of '74 and remember watching a young, handsome, impeccably groomed White House correspondent by the name of Dan Rather stand bathed in white light in Lafayette Square and report on the embattled presidency of Richard Nixon.
