years; Two- courting Samantha and marrying her a month after graduation. Nine months later,David’s fair- skinned bride with gently flowing locks brought into the world what was to becomehis most valuable possession. Daniel was born 8 lbs, 10 oz. Straw colored hair like Mom, blueeyes (as big as saucers) just like Dad.It took some adjusting, but to David four o’clock feedings were a time of reflection. He loved tosit, cradling Daniel, in the rocking chair by the window of their two-story brick colonial and watchthe dawn’s early light compete with the streetlights that illuminated the fog-filled corridors of PStreet NW. As painful as his eyes burned and his body craved just one more hour betweenEgyptian cotton sheets, that time of the morning was the most gratifying. He was far from thereaches of Rep. Jim Whitman and the incessant budget numbers crunch. There was no crisiswhen staring down at a reflection of his self. To Daniel, money held no value to moments likethese and they were not meant to be squandered.David knew money, Rep. Whitman didn’t, but he knew an awful lot about dual carburetors andan in-line six. David was 33. Rep. Whitman seemed twice that and then some. When it cameto money, David had solutions; Rep. Whitman needed answers, and the fact of the matter wasthey didn’t always align. What this all boiled down to was Rep. Whitman answered the call of the people, which really meant he answered to himself. And David knew it, but didn’tnecessarily like it.See, David understood a fundamental law of physics which governed action and reaction. Thissame law applied to appropriating money or more apropos- where you removed it. In the caseof Rep. Whitman, he didn’t ride the Metro to work. He drove his in-line six with dual carburetorsto the Hill, David didn’t. It didn’t matter much to David that his research and figures quicklypassed in and out of Rep. Whitman’s ears, nor at the time did he mind when Metro budgetingfell from his agenda. David did his part by doing the research and presenting ideas; however, itwasn’t a viable option to Rep. Whitman. In the end, David didn’t mind because at 5:00 PM hegot to ride the Blue Line home to see his son. However, David did mind that at 4:57 PM on thatsame day his most valued possession never came home from his own ride back on the RedLine from a story time outing in Silver Spring, MD., with dear old mom. David knew money, butsome things can’t be bought. Baby Daniel was one of them; a wife free of tubes and machinesthe other.Looking down the length of the dimly lit tunnel, David could make out the faint illumination of telltale headlights. Even as he focused on the distant lights of the inbound car, he held astrange sense of curiosity, wondering if it would feel the same on that day when a training goingfull tilt completely obliterated the rear-end car of another parked train at the Takoma MetroStation, peeling back twisted metal of a mangled sardine can to expose your deepest horrors.Daniel probably never felt a thing, David had hoped. He would never know, for Samanthawould never be telling him anything. Ever. Money was all that kept her alive, and David knewthat money wasn’t bringing her back.It would all end today.