Check this out;
That’s exactly the time that I was there. Must have carried over into the street when they got kicked out of the zoo.
Gee, it's called "Easter Monday: An African American Family Tradition" until a violent crime takes place, and then it's suddenly the "annual day-after-Easter celebration."
The comments are telling.
When my children were small, we lived just down the road from the National Zoo and it was a lovely residential neighborhood. We probably went to the zoo once a week. Doesn’t sound too inviting these days.