Volume 29, Number 7 · April 29, 1982
The Ruins of Washington
By Gore Vidal
Like so many blind people my grandfather was a passionate sightseer; not to mention a compulsive guide. One of my first memories is of driving with him to a slum in southeast Washington. 'All this,' he said, pointing at the dilapidated red brick buildings, 'was once our land.' Since I saw only shabby buildings and could not imagine the land beneath, I was not impressed.
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