Washington is a lovely city at the end of the year. The President, Congress and a goodly portion of the other population are gone. The capital is left to legend and memories and elegantly decorated old buildings that have watched the republic's progress almost from the beginning.
The White House last week was whiter than ever, its broad front porch reflecting the brilliant floodlights out into Pennsylvania Avenue: a matron ready to serve her 176th year and shelter the man who will take us into our third century. Across the street, Andrew Jackson bestrode his rearing bronze horse in the center...
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