Today a friend in my writing group sent a link to a contest for essays about “what this inauguration means to you.” I don’t know if I can come up with anything intelligent-sounding by midnight January 8, but I will say that I had a lump in my throat today when we saw part of the scaffolding from across the reflecting pool (after visiting the train exhibit at the Botanical Gardens). Come January 20, that is really going to be some sight.
(Too bad we locals keep hearing warning upon warning not to even try to come downtown that day at all, much less with a child and certainly not with a backpack. I never thought I’d stay away, having gone so easily via Metro in 1996/7 just to check out the parade and in 2000/1 to protest in the rain. But it sure sounds daunting.)