This was an incredibly inspiring day. The above picture was supplied, via cell phone, by my friend who was fortunate and brave enough to actually be there. Even though I had to work, I managed to re-arrange my schedule and went down to the lunch-room to watch the inauguration. My thoughts on this are many. I was amazed by the crowds. I was appalled that 34 words and Justice Roberts couldn't get it right?? I guess he gets nervous too. He should have rehearsed more. I kept thinking that Michelle must be cold and her feet must hurt. Why didn't she pick a warm coat? I'd have wanted to go home about an hour into it. I was also appalled by some of my colleagues who are apparently so narcissistic that they think whatever is walking through their minds is more important than these once in a life time events. I wouldn't want to attend a concert with many of them. I was also amazed at how many people, when walking into a room of silent people, glued to the words of our new president, felt the need to make some stupid pronouncement. I should have stayed home, which was my first impulse. I know that this was a first, because he's black, but he's also simply Barrack. There is something transcendent in the strength of his words, the strength of his ideas and the strength of his purpose. To be American was once a beautiful and special thing and it can be again. Mama loves Obama, and apparently, so does pretty much everyone else. He is who we are and who we want to be.
