On Saturday DC was cold and the mall was empty, expectant.
Endless rows of clean porta-potties flanked the monuments.
The Sunday concert had Bruce Springstein, John Melencamp, James Taylor and the Obama family grinning and dancing and singing with the millions of us.
People were so polite and kind.
We were close enough to hear the horns and the choirs above the loud speakers sometimes.
The day before.
With fabulous Twin Falls folks.
Richard speaks to Walt.
Kassie's cake. Happy birthday Martin Luther King Jr. as well.
On inauguration day at 6 AM we headed for the capitol with our tickets tucked under layers and layers of clothes. We didn't drink anything for fear we'd never find a free porta potty.
Being polite people we followed directions of those in line and went to the end, deep in the 3rd St. tunnel.
We met wonderful people, started a wave down the crowd but at 11 am still had not made it outside again. The ceremony was supposed to start.
At the gate we were very lucky to make it in. Our friends Ted and Rebecca were right near us. We lost them and they never made it in. We ran down an empty street to where the crowds waited, hoping we had not missed the swearing in.
With others we watched from the sides of the monument to peace, as, after almost two years of work, Barack Obama, became our president.
With the millions we cried and laughed, listened to Aretha sing and the 21 cannons boom.
We waved good bye.