As an aside to the story of the Senators described below, while in front of the library, one of them, I believe it was Senator Reid, finds this DVD of "the Perfect Storm" buried in the mud. So he picks it up, starts brushing off the mud and showing it to his buddies. He was obviously very proud of his "meaningful" find. So I walk up behind him, tug his sleeve and say, "Hey dude, you might want to go wash your hands off. There's funky stuff in this mud." And he gives me a look that is halfway between confusion and anger.
On a side note: I hate national TV media. Well, specifically, I hate the scum bags from NBC who nearly ran me off the road in my KIA with their giant rental van because they were upset about losing their place in line behind the bus. First off, they were dressed (and smelled) like drunken frat boys. Second, they had no respect for the place.
I wish a curse on all the parachutring-in journalists who care not for the people who stay behind while they return to their comfy hotel rooms or clean, well-lit homes.
Finally, Senator Frist isn't as tall as I thought he was.