Joe and Valerie Wilson are my next door neighbors in a hilly neighborhood just west of Georgetown. We moved in within months of each other seven years ago, attracted to our respective houses by the view of the Capitol in the distance and the Washington Monument in the foreground. The patriotic view is stirring.
I have another view from my window, of a neighbor who is a working, devoted mother of 5-year-old twins, a volunteer for charities, a woman active in her church, and a caring person. Soft-spoken, self-effacing and very private, Valerie is very easy to label "the lovely woman next door."
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When I first met Joe and Valerie, I quickly got to the classic Washington question: What do you do? Joe explained that he was a former ambassador to a number of African countries, who had worked in both the Bush I and Clinton administrations.
Valerie's answer was more than a little vague. She quickly said she was a consultant. As a fourth-generation Washingtonian, I have learned that when someone says, "I'm a consultant," that is a cue to back off, as it usually means the person is unemployed or "between engagements."
So, from 1998 to July 14, 2003, we were simply neighbors sharing cookouts, borrowing missing ingredients for a recipe from each other, laughing when, unrehearsed, one of their 3-year-olds decided to call me "Wolfie" (instead of Mr. Wolf as instructed by his mother), and having me serve as amateur photographer for the Wilsons' Christmas card photo.
read on about the effect of the outing on their daily lives:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/usatoday/20050725/cm_usatoday/aneighborsviewofvaleriewilsonsouting;_ylt=AhO2ZNQi1hS7ugj.O6StN3v9wxIF;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl