MEDIA GENERAL NEWS SERVICE
WASHINGTON - Lady Bird Johnson would have been pleased.
On the day she died last week at 94, the national park named for her was providing grateful visitors pristine views of the nation’s capital and a peaceful escape from its cares. Not a billboard or junkyard in sight.
At green and leafy Lady Bird Johnson Park, two fishermen cast their lines into the lazy Potomac. Joggers sweated out their worries on the bike path, and tourists and residents marveled at the quiet calm, shattered only occasionally by jets roaring off from nearby Reagan National Airport.
Decades ago, Lyndon and Lady Bird Johnson lingered at the same spot to admire the view.