Frommer's Washington D.C. with Kids
Chapter One
How to Feel Like a
Washington, D.C. Family
I moved to Washington, D.C. as a dewy-eyed college student-before the
Kennedy Center or Metro; before Watergate, Iran-Contragate, or Monicagate.
And probably before you were born. I grabbed a B.A. from George Washington
University in Foggy Bottom and an Mrs. (I actually married a native), then found
a job with a trade association-a polite term for lobbying group. After a few
years, I traded downtown traffic and bureaucracy for suburban diaper duty and
freelancing. Raising two children a dozen miles from the National Mall had its
perks. Whenever the kids grew restless with Play-Doh and Mr. Rogers-and in
later years during school vacations-I bundled them in the car and we headed to
D.C. Back then there were few resources targeted to families visiting the nation's
capital. So, we were trailblazers in a way, discovering the wonders of Washington,
D.C. by the seat of our pants (and sometimes, diapers). Armed with a map and
a Frommer's guidebook, we found out which museum exhibits had the most kid-appeal
and where to let off steam. We learned the best and worst times to visit
the popular attractions and where to get a qu ... read full excerpt from Frommer's Washington D.C. with Kids, 7th Edition ebook
