July 17 Washington DC.

I kept trying to get in touch with Porter Air to see if they had found my luggage, but they hadn't.

Had breakfast at Starbucks across the street, beside our Pizza Joint. Rita had an egg with some fruit and a cookie, I had an Egg Sandwich. I don't care for Starbucks, but the Small Latté tasted good.

We went to the Whitehouse which is  2 blocks from us.

After taking pictures, we started walking to the Lincoln Memorial. It was STINKING HOT again. We walked and sat as often as we could on benches that were in shade on the way. Made it to the Memorial.

I was taking a video of Rita where Forest Gump met Jenny at the reflecting pool. Took a Video. Rita didn't feel like walking up all the steps to the statue of Lincoln. So she sat on a bench on the bottom of the steps while I went up.

On the way down the steps I ran into some Hungarians. They were from New Jersey.

Walked back to the Whitehouse and then back to our dive Pizza parlor to have a cold one. Never thought a Budweiser could taste that good. (Sorry, Elaine and Christian.)

Walked back to the hotel, phoned Porter Airlines and they informed me that they had found my suitcase, and that it will be here in 2 hours. That was at 2 exactly. It is now 3:57. Nothing yet.

At 6:00Pm we started getting hungry.

Michelle had invited us over to the Whitehouse for dinner. She said she was making Barack's favorite, shrimp with grits. We gracefully declined her invitation, didn't want her to stand over a hot stove on a hot day. Besides, I didn't feel like listening to Barack badmouthing Don during dinner. I was also kind of worried that they would forget to tell the sniper on their roof that we were coming.

Decided to have dinner at PJ Clarkes, a sea food restaurant kitty corner from our hotel, instead.

Rita ordered shrimp and grits, while I had a wild mushroom burger. It was a very hot day and we were glad we didn't have to walk the two blocks from the Obamas back to our hotel.

When we arrived back at the hotel I asked the Bell Desk if my suitcase had arrived. It had not. As soon as we were back in the room, Phoned Porter to ask what the hell was going on. I was starting to foam at the mouth. At 8:30 my suitcase finally arrived, Good news it was my luggage. I had been worried that people at Porter seemed so incompetent, they might send me someone else's suitcase. It was mine, so I'm back in business. I will charge everything overnight, and upload the digital images that are trapped in my camera tomorrow morning.