We’d end the day at my favorite outdoor entertainment site, which is right in our own backyard, Wolf Trap National Park for the Performing Arts. We’re decades-long members, and early on, we only sat on the lawn — back when our backs could take the angle of the slope.

On the way out of town, I’d stop at Theodore Roosevelt Island. It’s hard to believe that such complete isolation and peace can be found there, where you can step to the shoreline and there is bustling Georgetown across a narrow inlet.

and then hustle over to Audi Field to watch D.C. United kick the ball around.

Then it’s sports time. Since they’re side by side, we’d hit a ballgame at Nationals Park, one of the most beautiful in the majors.

Then I’d fly into D.C. and duck into Politics and Prose, the venerable indie. I met President Obama there one time. The owner told him I was there and Obama cried out: “David Baldacci? He’s famous.” The irony of the most famous person in the world uttering those words still paralyzes me with laughter from time to time.

After that, we’d hit some books. Bards Alley in Vienna is one of the coolest places around to chill and find pages of pleasure, with an enthusiastic staff ready to help.

We’d stop at Gravelly Point and watch the planes take off and land.

I’d start the day with a bike ride on the Mount Vernon Trail.