One of my favorite places to visit is the National Gallery of Art in Washington DC. When Corrie was 15, we we went there on a family vacation. I remember John walking through the museum pointing out all the impressionist painters. So Corrie and I decided to revisit that beautiful place. We looked, ate ice cream, and were quite pleased with ourselves for bringing two toddlers into this museum in the busy traffic on a rainy day. We had found a parking place right across from the gallery and were thrilled. However, when we returned, to our shock , our car had been towed. We had stayed into rush hour and discovered that that was a big no-no.It was getting dark and the girls were hungry. God gave us a wonderful little restaurant that served macaroni and cheese. It must have been the only kid friendly place on Pennsyvania Ave. There we were able to meet a wonderful black lady named "Angel" on her coffee break. She worked for traffic control and was a huge help in helping us locate where our car had been taken. She hailed a taxi that took us to a scarey towing company on a dirt road way off the beaten path. There was Corrie's silver Honda Pilot with a few other cars waiting patiently for us to retrieve her. Corrie and I were praising God he kept us from being really scared that he had protected the four of us. The $100 ticket was a relief.It could have been much bigger. Beware when you find a parking place in Washington DC. It is probably too good to be true.
By the way, Sean was at the premiere of Quantum of Solace and knew none of this until we were safely home.
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