When I first arrived at Arlington Towers, I realized I was south of the Potomac when I was served scrapple for breakfast at the restaurant that was next door (now replaced by an office building). I had never even heard of scrapple, much less eaten it before, but I enjoyed it.
I used to like to stay at the Motel 50 on Arlington Blvd., which was probably there when you lived there, but the last time I was in Rosslyn, it was closed—and a high-rise probably stands in its place.
“The Sands of Iwo Jima” also featured Forrest Tucker, whom I once met. Nice guy
Arlington still had traces of the South when I was growing up there. I managed to acquire a Tidewater accent, which the rare person with a good ear will hear but most don’t notice.
I’d be sad to see the Arlington of my memory crowded with high rises. Arlington Towers may have been only one when I was there.