I always lived on the Northern Virginia side. I didn’t know anybody who lived in the District, except for the wife of a super-rich fellow, and their estate was on East-West Highway so maybe outside DC. She was in the SES at age 38. Sort of kooky but lovely in her own way — I knew her in 1983, but she’d gone to Interior Dept and then to OPM. Around 1998 — could’ve been in 2004 when I visited again for a month — I had a neighbor who’d been with NATO from the time of his WWII discharge, later going to OPM and retiring. I just casually asked him around that time “Did you know Kris M______?” I was stunned when he replied “I fucked her!” It was her rumored reputation.
Another person I knew who lived in DC during 1974 was a woman named Alice. She had this cramped apartment and you could only imagine cockroaches, but I never saw any.
I variously had an apartment in a nice place off South Kings Hwy south of Alexandria, then in Arlington a block from Fort Myer, then Manassas and finally a condominium in Woodbridge.
I remember jogging on the GW bike trail (along the river), and at one time I took a fishing pole there and caught a turtle that must’ve weighed 10 lbs or more.
None of these memories are unpleasant, but every time I think of my life then, I severely regret not coming back to So Cal after my first year ending in ’73. I threw my life away on that place.