Mitheral
"Growf!"
Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum
600 Independence Ave SW, Washington, DC 20560
Monday June 2, 2025 1000 AM EST
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Duncan Moran had asked the Secret Service how far it was to the Smithsonian NASM. They came back with - a little over two miles. And they gave him crap about even going out with things as they were. But he explained that the visit was half business. His father was going to be too busy to bother. His mother was, no doubt getting briefed on her role as First Lady.
And so on Sunday he had checked the schedule for the museum … and had his personal driver pick him up the next morning. It might not even be open and he knew it. And he knew that Secret Service could always try to stop him on the grounds of national security. The museum was half a mile from where the Capitol Building once stood.
They pulled up in front of the museum. The street was half blocked off, but the museum had actually reopened. Duncan was more than a little surprised. The place was quiet, almost subdued. But it was a hopeful sign - that people were even there. What was not so good were the people stopping to take pictures of the ruined Capitol Building. His first thought had been to head back to Albuquerque and conduct business as usual. But seeing the destruction this close gave him new perspective.
He had arrived too early - as usual. That was typical Duncan. He was always ahead of schedule. Arriving with him was a small task force of Secret Service hand selected by himself - more than he cared for - a total of four out of 80 interviewed. But he had done something no other offspring of a President had done. He set up an account to pay for his own protection. Gary had two additional civilians to assist him (John Reese and Amaretta Carnegie both former USMC).
And none of them liked the fact he was here this close to Ground Zero.
Secret Service did not like the mixed security detail. They liked it even less that Duncan seemed to prefer his civilian choices over them. But none of them could argue that the young man made some solid choices.
“Gentlemen … and lady, I want to pay my respects to Ground Zero. And before anyone objects, I know it is too public. I have had The Talk with Mom and Dad. I can handle the Press if I need to.” Duncan gave a grim smile.
600 Independence Ave SW, Washington, DC 20560
Monday June 2, 2025 1000 AM EST
Google Maps
Duncan Moran had asked the Secret Service how far it was to the Smithsonian NASM. They came back with - a little over two miles. And they gave him crap about even going out with things as they were. But he explained that the visit was half business. His father was going to be too busy to bother. His mother was, no doubt getting briefed on her role as First Lady.
And so on Sunday he had checked the schedule for the museum … and had his personal driver pick him up the next morning. It might not even be open and he knew it. And he knew that Secret Service could always try to stop him on the grounds of national security. The museum was half a mile from where the Capitol Building once stood.
They pulled up in front of the museum. The street was half blocked off, but the museum had actually reopened. Duncan was more than a little surprised. The place was quiet, almost subdued. But it was a hopeful sign - that people were even there. What was not so good were the people stopping to take pictures of the ruined Capitol Building. His first thought had been to head back to Albuquerque and conduct business as usual. But seeing the destruction this close gave him new perspective.
He had arrived too early - as usual. That was typical Duncan. He was always ahead of schedule. Arriving with him was a small task force of Secret Service hand selected by himself - more than he cared for - a total of four out of 80 interviewed. But he had done something no other offspring of a President had done. He set up an account to pay for his own protection. Gary had two additional civilians to assist him (John Reese and Amaretta Carnegie both former USMC).
And none of them liked the fact he was here this close to Ground Zero.
Secret Service did not like the mixed security detail. They liked it even less that Duncan seemed to prefer his civilian choices over them. But none of them could argue that the young man made some solid choices.
“Gentlemen … and lady, I want to pay my respects to Ground Zero. And before anyone objects, I know it is too public. I have had The Talk with Mom and Dad. I can handle the Press if I need to.” Duncan gave a grim smile.