ABSTRACT
It was an uncommonly hot Sunday afternoon in April. Already the usual hordes of tourists were in Washington to witness the cherry blossoms and flowers in bloom. But to Rudy Garcia it seemed that most of the District of Columbia and the surrounding Virginia and Maryland suburbs had decided to escape to the countryside. Other than during the summer months, he could not recall encountering such heavy traffic as he was in on his way to the Chesapeake Bay. He saw that the summer cottages dotting the shoreline were already alive with people, while scores of sailboats were plying the waters of the bay's inlets and coves.
