I was a kid from small-town Iowa when I first laid eyes on the United States Capitol.
It was 1962. My family squeezed into our Dodge and drove to our nation’s capital for the vacation of a lifetime. It was all about history.
We walked through the White House. We climbed the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and peered up at the statue of the great leader.
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