The cicadas are back. Those creepy, crunchy bugs who make an appearance every 17 years, are sprouting from the ground and littering the place with their shells. The last time they were here in Northern Virginia, I was too, finishing up high school and figuring out what to do next. They, like myself, are finding much more pavement around here than before.
Kinda neat that the bugs remind me of my time here.
Its off to Wilmington, DE and then Philly today on a long, long last day. Can’t wait to be home with my girls.
I remember the last time … I was stationed in DC and living in Fort Washington, MD … it was bloody hot and you couldn’t have your car windows open unless you wanted to be belted with those horrible things … and the crunching … every time you took a step you crushed one … or two … or ten … or …
Matt