“The Greek tragic dramatists agreed with Homer about the Trojan War,” Professor Armington continued. XXX One of the tenants was Ken Johnson. “Thousands of people in Washington, DC are sleeping outdoors tonight. The Muslims are described as barely human. It must be getting dark outside. When I walked in, the television was on, but no one was watching it. So was I. Dad had fought in World War II. After I entered the main gate of the cemetery I had an easy time finding the Armington mausoleum. Out in the field, when I was counting down the number of days until my return to “the world,” which was what we called the United States, the bar at Washington National Airport attained mythic proportions.
