Wow. Based on some talking points I've seen, I realize that I'm such a brave bad-ass or maybe blessed. I've been to DC three times.
I took the public transit each time. I walked around downtown, albeit around the conference center, by myself at night.
Last summer, I spent time in Portland, Oregon, waiting for my mom in surgery. I walked to a nearby cafe.
This summer, I flew into SFO and took the BART all the way to the East Bay.
I was not murdered, but maybe I'm just lucky.