Yes, my cousin lives adjacent to Ulmstead Point, but his property faces east, towards Gibson Island, facing where the Magothy meets the Bay.
I spent a summer 1988, clerking for DOJ. Lived in Capitol Hill, and enjoyed running around the mall.
We regularly visit the mall, as we are in town seeing my wife’s family 3-4x per year, always during the holidays. My wife’s family have been Washingtonians forever. Her maternal grandmother’s parents’ marriage was the merger of the two Irish families who owned the stables, saloons, funeral homes and other businesses in the early 1900s. Tons of great stories. It was a sleepy “southern town” for decades.
My wife’s grandfather was Lebanese, who grew up in North Carolina. After getting kicked out of Chapel Hill his freshman year for playing cards, he hitched a ride north as far as the truck driver was going — which was Washington. Walked into Georgetown, seeking admission. When he told the Jesuits why he was kicked out of Chapel Hill, the Jesuits said, “pull up a chair.” My wife’s grandfather played cards every Friday night thereafter with the Jesuits.
After graduation, he owned Washington’s brickyard for decades. Most of modern Washington DC was built with his bricks. He was a great card player, enjoying a weekly game at the Army Navy Club with Eisenhower, Tip O’Neill, senators from both parties, retired admirals and generals — back when Washington was a much different place. Everyone knew each other. The Government professionals grew up together as children. As adults, they managed the business of the nation, and were the silent check ‘n balance that kept politicians grounded.
As I said, it is a great country.