Lincoln’s Forgotten Fort

(Maureen Dowd) We went sledding there and played hide and seek, rolled Easter eggs and stole our first kisses. We could be dragged away only when we heard our mom’s vibrant whistle, signaling dinner.
When we were little, Fort Stevens was just a cool playground, with dry moats and tall mounds and a couple of cannons, located across the street from our Catholic grade school and down the block from our house. Continued

Image: "Fort Stevens north of Washington, D.C., 1864" (Library of Congress).