Early on the morning of 9-12, we rendezvoused at the Starbucks just down from the Capitol Hilton and sat down at one of the tables outside to assemble the flags. I had notched the quarter-round sticks that Pete had bought the night before by using a hotel steak knife. The zip ties being caught in traffic, we improvised ties with tape and paracord. As we were working, it became obvious that we had acquired a new friend. They were quite shy and didn't want to be seen, but they were VERY interested in our little working party.
As recalled by one of our Marine Threepers:
Several pix were taken from the third floor stairwell window in the building on the corner across the street of the group before and during flag construction. The figure (possibly female?) would take the picture and duck back behind a stairwell. The person definitely did not want to be seen. The movement caught our eye. We then kept looking until they came back out and confirmed we weren't seeing things.
Well, we DID post the rendezvous point on the Net. That was the whole point. But why is it that everytime I throw a picnic I end up with pesky government ants?
Oh, well, like they say:
Your Tax Dollars at Work.