The Mount Moriah Skeletor, Part II

Dreams aren’t like movies. In a movie, the whole thing is wrapped up in a few hours, generally with a satisfying ending, because that is what audiences desire.  Chasing dreams in real-life involve luls and intermissions (something films used to have). Thus continues the real-life “intermission” of chasing a dream to Washington…

Then, one cold day in early February, while waving through another series of possibilities, rejections, and non-answers an unexpected call came.  The voice on the other line belonged the gentleman who managed the front office in Washington for my hometown Representative, whom I met at the think-tank and already turned down an offer from.  Why would he be calling me?  As we talked, he made it clear he wanted me in the office and asked that I be willing to interview again and I agreed.  Nevertheless I was still slightly bewildered at this turn of events since I had already said “no” before.  In what, after almost a decade, ranks as the oddest circumstances for an interview, I re-interviewed over the phone a few days later while traveling to Georgia with my dad to visit family and was offered the unpaid, part time, internship.

Unlike the think-tank experience in DC, this internship didn’t come with benefits of housing and income included.  Having accepted, I had a month to figure out where I was going to live and move.   Thus began the location migration that landed me in Chinatown, living in the heart of Washington, D.C. working three days a week for the Congressional office and for my family’s home health company the rest of the time.

My first day working in the congressional office, March 15, 2006, actually coincided with the opening of Ebeneezers Coffeehouse (a spot I would spend a lot of time inside or near during subsequent years).  Moving in the previous weekend brought with it both the dream and  the challenge of testing the experimental wheels Dad built for my senior year at Cedarville; a dream because we always wanted to drive it down the national mall for kicks, but a challenge because it proved much harder than we thought.  Fortunately that led to the creation of the current version of the FENX, itself undergoing a present rebuild after last year’s accident.

As the move-in weekend drew to a close, I found myself alone in the apartment watching the series finale of a little show called The West Wing as both the pilot and finale aired back-to-back.  As the credits rolled, I pondered the irony that as the show that had a hand in fueling my desire to work on Capitol Hill was ending, the dream that the show helped inspire was beginning.  Just months before I pondered if the credits had rolled on my time in Washington, but as fans of David Lynch’s 1984 silver screen adaptation of Dune know, “the saga was far from over…”; this was my first post-credits scene, this was my Skeletor.

Five months down the road I had the opportunity to return to that rock on the shore of Lake Michigan – while counseling a program at Lake Ann Camp –  to reflect on the events of the past year, reflections I still bear in mind years after they were written.

And the adventure was just beginning…

Update:  The day this piece goes live, the Hollywood Reporter publisher’s a behind-the-scenes retrospective on The West Wing; coincidence?


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Author, Speaker, and Super Nerd. Aaron Welty speaks and writes regularly connecting the dots of life, faith, and science fiction. Originally from Michigan, he now lives and works in the Washington, D.C. Metro area.

One Response to The Mount Moriah Skeletor, Part II

  1. Bruce

    I had no idea you were so new to town when Inklings started. Glad you came!

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