Inauguration Day
I usually waste time on set-up and then tell the story in two paragraphs. Straight to it this time.
We had initially been given Silver tickets, located behind the reflecting pool, and including the front of the mall. Awesome tickets.
Right before we left Christi’s office for the night on Monday, a good friend in the office handed us Blue (South Standing on the House of Representatives side) tickets. I was psyched for this. The 2008 election was the first time the candidate I voted for had won. Had I voted in 2000 (I was unable to vote due to job requirements), this would have been the second time. That said, I would have been excited to attend ANY Inauguration, and would have been energized to go see Senator John McCain become president. But maybe not this energized.
We spent the night at my brother-in-law's place. He and his girlfriend Jill live less than a mile from where Mark and Beth lived in northern VA. We would have stayed with the Skubis’ had they not ditched us for Europe a few years back! I did not get to sleep until 1:30 AM, because I was excited. I woke up at 4:30 AM, and got dressed. Thermal shirt, thermal pants, jeans, tennis shoes, sweatshirt (Navy, of course), gloves, cold weather beanie, single pair of socks (I regretted that later), and my winter coat (which I never buttoned). I wanted to leave at 5 AM, but we didn’t leave until 5:20 AM. Family, you know. I expected crowds, and boy was I right.
We stopped by Best Buns (local bakery) for some box lunches and breakfast and hit I-95 towards the city. Thanks to Christi’s job that day (drive her boss’ daughter home after the Parade), we had been given a special pass allowing vehicular access to some major roads. Of course, once across the 14th Street bridge, roads that were expected to be open were not, so we diverted to South Capitol street (by the new baseball park in SE). The crowds were already very large, and we followed some taxis until we got near Independence. I popped out and quizzed a Capitol Police officer, who was very helpful for the first and last time that day. We got onto the “special roads” and parked in Christi’s office building. Which was on the Senate side, and not particularly close to our Blue Gate. We dropped the lunches and junk in her office area, ate breakfast, used the “facilities”, and started the long walk to the Gate (located right next to the DHHS – Health and Human Services – building) at about 6:15 AM. Crowds were massive already, and we started the walk in pre-dawn light, and finished as the sun was coming up. We followed the line for the Blue Gate for about 4 blocks until we found the end.
The Capitol Dome was on the other side of the US Botanical Gardens building, which was a nice picture. It would be a LONG wait. Gates were set to open at 8 (or 9, depending on who you believed). We chatted with some of our neighbors, and the temperature stayed about 20 degrees. With wind. I started to need to pee at about 7:30, finally asking a CP officer where restrooms were. Either blocks away at a McD’s (which I’m sure would be empty), or in a port-o-potty on the other side of security. Tough crap for me. I’ll wait.
The line finally started moving a bit after 8. Unfortunately (and I could write a tome about this), the line was uncontrolled, and some people just ran to the gate, later complicating the process immeasurably. We stayed in line, because it was the “right thing to do”, and we eventually paid for that decision. We slowly wrapped about the HHH building (DHHS – Hubert Humphrey) until we could see the gate. But it appeared that a LOT more people were going towards the gate that just our single line (about 8 people across). In between buildings, it was colder than usual, probably just below 20 with the wind chill. But we were all still optimistic. Though we were moving slowly, and the clock was not. We got slightly separated from JD and Jill (Christi’s brother and his girlfriend), and that distance grew as we got closer.
We inched closer to the front, and by about 10:30 AM, I accepted the very distinct possibility that we might not make it in. It became clear that the line was a sucker’s bet, but that epiphany went unformed until we were well into the scrum heading into the single entrance to the Blue metal detectors. By about 11 AM, we were still about thirty feet from the entrance and hardly moving at all. We couldn’t see JD and Jill anymore, and no cell phones were working. Spirits were STILL high, but I was nervous. I wanted to be there. Rumors flew that the gate would shut at 11:30 AM. Come to find out, random barriers were up, funneling some people sideways, while enabling others much faster access. Only a handful of USCP (US Capitol Police) could be seen, and NONE were directing traffic or facilitating traffic. They were simply ensuring no one was hurt (and to their credit…barely… no one was hurt). Entrance was a free-for-all. Honestly, no one was hurt because the crowd was peaceful and happy. The CP had little to do with it. The gate was literally two normal doors wide. On the other side were the detectors, and we knew we could not make it before 11:30 AM.
Christi asked what I wanted to do, and I love her very much for staying with me and letting me decide. She was cold and tired, and our feet were killing us, and we might miss the whole damn thing sitting here. But I wanted to stay in that line until they shut the gate in my face or until we made it. It was 11:30 now, and we were still in the line, though we could see the exit. It was snaking around at one point, while people were piling in one section at another. But I managed to muscle Christi and I through to the final line by 11:40 AM. Security was a breeze, and there were the crappers, right in front of the Botanical Gardens. Christi again waited, while I whizzed for 90 straight seconds. And then we ran towards the Capitol. We found a spot where the jumbotron was beneath the Dome and we had a good view, watching as VP Biden was sworn in. Aretha sang her bit (in a crazy hat, but what can you say to Aretha) and Rev. Warren gave the Invocation, but maybe not in that order. I did tear up a bit during Aretha’s rendition of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”. Warren’s comments were OK, but he went on too long. At some point President Bush was announced, and he did not get booed where we were, but I’m certain he did elsewhere on the Mall. He didn’t get many claps either. He looked exhausted.
And then it was time. The crowd roared, and Chief Justice Roberts swore in President Obama. Our audio was hosed, so it was not clear that CJ Roberts bumbled it a bit at the time. But it was done, and the crowd was deafening. We had a new president. It was still cold, but the sun was shining, and it was a pretty clear day. I kept looking the other way at the crowd, and often the jumbotron showed how many people were actually there. I could not tell from where we stood. The view from the podium must have been glorious.
And finally, what I really wanted to be there for. The Inaugural Address itself is very meaningful, because it sets the stage for the country under the new President’s leadership. As with the Inauguration itself, it is the exact moment our country fought for. The ability to choose our own leader. And for our president to tell the people how he was going to lead, and where he was going to lead them. President Obama spoke for 18 minutes, and the audio wavered a bit, and I enjoyed his address. The Washington quote touched me deeply, and overall I thought it was a good first address. I didn’t agree with every sentiment he expressed, but I agreed with where he said he would be going together. Later, I’d reread it and find a lot more to like. A lot more. It wasn’t a great address, because the proof is in the pudding and not the recipe. I’d love for time to prove me wrong. I still am not sure many in our country are willing to do everything that is asked of them, to take that responsibility. A lot of people want to push the “Obama” button and have him fix everything. But his conviction won me over. On a superficial level, the man is a brilliant orator. Even better than he is a writer. He has a dazzling smile, and a voice that join wisdom and warmth.
As it ended, Christi wanted to head back to find her brother and Jill, so we missed the poem and the convocation. But who wants to follow President Obama’s first speech anyway? I didn’t come for those.
The walk back was easier. We essentially retraced our steps. We were able to cut right behind the Capitol, and as we were nearly centerline with the Dome, we saw a crowd cheering lustily. Marine One was revving those blades, and the new President and First Lady were saying goodbye to the old. I got a picture for my friends, since I know they will treasure this image. I am a bit torn myself. I too was more than ready for President Bush to be Former President Bush. I wanted a new leader, and a new vision. For a moment though, I remembered that President Bush served in good faith. I remembered that he endured a lot of unjustified criticism, albeit along an even larger amount of justified criticism. The tenor of that criticism near the end disturbed me, though. I remembered how unwavering he was after 9/11, and I appreciated that. There was a time when he was almost as loved as President Obama was that day. But that time was long past, and so was our faith in him. I was happy to see him go. I would do anything, however, to have looked into him as the helicopter lifted off. I am almost jealous of the power of the emotions he was feeling at that moment, probably very, very similar to those that our new President must have faced as he finished the oath less than an hour before.
The helicopter looped over Washington DC twice, and then he was gone.
We finished our walk to Christi’s building, meeting JD and Jill. They had gotten in at 11:20, and so we were happy they were able to see it. We went up and rested our feet, warmed up, and took in some overwhelmingly fawning coverage. A few hours later (still at the office), I finally sat down and read the Inaugural Address, and it actually spoke to me quite a bit. Nuances that were lost thanks to crappy audio became apparent. It was an address that spoke directly to the source of my patriotism. Even more importantly, it was the most inclusive political speech ever given. There was no them. There was only “us”, at every turn. Many of the audience (some quite near me) were wrapped up in the racially historic nature of the day, and I understand that. I was wrapped up in the universality of the man.
This is a man I will be proud to have speak for the country. This is a man that promises to resist the petty partisan temptations, and remember how America has succeeded. In my head, I know we will fall pretty short of many of his lofty goals. But it won’t be because of President Obama. So in my heart, I believe him anyway.
(If you look at the bottom image, the very bottom left is the US Botanical Gardens. About a half-inch up and an inch over is a small covered building casting a shadow north. Directly to the northwest of it, there is a small circle. That is a raised garden spot (all dead now) where Christi and I stood.)
We had initially been given Silver tickets, located behind the reflecting pool, and including the front of the mall. Awesome tickets.
Right before we left Christi’s office for the night on Monday, a good friend in the office handed us Blue (South Standing on the House of Representatives side) tickets. I was psyched for this. The 2008 election was the first time the candidate I voted for had won. Had I voted in 2000 (I was unable to vote due to job requirements), this would have been the second time. That said, I would have been excited to attend ANY Inauguration, and would have been energized to go see Senator John McCain become president. But maybe not this energized.
We spent the night at my brother-in-law's place. He and his girlfriend Jill live less than a mile from where Mark and Beth lived in northern VA. We would have stayed with the Skubis’ had they not ditched us for Europe a few years back! I did not get to sleep until 1:30 AM, because I was excited. I woke up at 4:30 AM, and got dressed. Thermal shirt, thermal pants, jeans, tennis shoes, sweatshirt (Navy, of course), gloves, cold weather beanie, single pair of socks (I regretted that later), and my winter coat (which I never buttoned). I wanted to leave at 5 AM, but we didn’t leave until 5:20 AM. Family, you know. I expected crowds, and boy was I right.
We stopped by Best Buns (local bakery) for some box lunches and breakfast and hit I-95 towards the city. Thanks to Christi’s job that day (drive her boss’ daughter home after the Parade), we had been given a special pass allowing vehicular access to some major roads. Of course, once across the 14th Street bridge, roads that were expected to be open were not, so we diverted to South Capitol street (by the new baseball park in SE). The crowds were already very large, and we followed some taxis until we got near Independence. I popped out and quizzed a Capitol Police officer, who was very helpful for the first and last time that day. We got onto the “special roads” and parked in Christi’s office building. Which was on the Senate side, and not particularly close to our Blue Gate. We dropped the lunches and junk in her office area, ate breakfast, used the “facilities”, and started the long walk to the Gate (located right next to the DHHS – Health and Human Services – building) at about 6:15 AM. Crowds were massive already, and we started the walk in pre-dawn light, and finished as the sun was coming up. We followed the line for the Blue Gate for about 4 blocks until we found the end.
The Capitol Dome was on the other side of the US Botanical Gardens building, which was a nice picture. It would be a LONG wait. Gates were set to open at 8 (or 9, depending on who you believed). We chatted with some of our neighbors, and the temperature stayed about 20 degrees. With wind. I started to need to pee at about 7:30, finally asking a CP officer where restrooms were. Either blocks away at a McD’s (which I’m sure would be empty), or in a port-o-potty on the other side of security. Tough crap for me. I’ll wait.
The line finally started moving a bit after 8. Unfortunately (and I could write a tome about this), the line was uncontrolled, and some people just ran to the gate, later complicating the process immeasurably. We stayed in line, because it was the “right thing to do”, and we eventually paid for that decision. We slowly wrapped about the HHH building (DHHS – Hubert Humphrey) until we could see the gate. But it appeared that a LOT more people were going towards the gate that just our single line (about 8 people across). In between buildings, it was colder than usual, probably just below 20 with the wind chill. But we were all still optimistic. Though we were moving slowly, and the clock was not. We got slightly separated from JD and Jill (Christi’s brother and his girlfriend), and that distance grew as we got closer.
We inched closer to the front, and by about 10:30 AM, I accepted the very distinct possibility that we might not make it in. It became clear that the line was a sucker’s bet, but that epiphany went unformed until we were well into the scrum heading into the single entrance to the Blue metal detectors. By about 11 AM, we were still about thirty feet from the entrance and hardly moving at all. We couldn’t see JD and Jill anymore, and no cell phones were working. Spirits were STILL high, but I was nervous. I wanted to be there. Rumors flew that the gate would shut at 11:30 AM. Come to find out, random barriers were up, funneling some people sideways, while enabling others much faster access. Only a handful of USCP (US Capitol Police) could be seen, and NONE were directing traffic or facilitating traffic. They were simply ensuring no one was hurt (and to their credit…barely… no one was hurt). Entrance was a free-for-all. Honestly, no one was hurt because the crowd was peaceful and happy. The CP had little to do with it. The gate was literally two normal doors wide. On the other side were the detectors, and we knew we could not make it before 11:30 AM.
Christi asked what I wanted to do, and I love her very much for staying with me and letting me decide. She was cold and tired, and our feet were killing us, and we might miss the whole damn thing sitting here. But I wanted to stay in that line until they shut the gate in my face or until we made it. It was 11:30 now, and we were still in the line, though we could see the exit. It was snaking around at one point, while people were piling in one section at another. But I managed to muscle Christi and I through to the final line by 11:40 AM. Security was a breeze, and there were the crappers, right in front of the Botanical Gardens. Christi again waited, while I whizzed for 90 straight seconds. And then we ran towards the Capitol. We found a spot where the jumbotron was beneath the Dome and we had a good view, watching as VP Biden was sworn in. Aretha sang her bit (in a crazy hat, but what can you say to Aretha) and Rev. Warren gave the Invocation, but maybe not in that order. I did tear up a bit during Aretha’s rendition of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”. Warren’s comments were OK, but he went on too long. At some point President Bush was announced, and he did not get booed where we were, but I’m certain he did elsewhere on the Mall. He didn’t get many claps either. He looked exhausted.
And then it was time. The crowd roared, and Chief Justice Roberts swore in President Obama. Our audio was hosed, so it was not clear that CJ Roberts bumbled it a bit at the time. But it was done, and the crowd was deafening. We had a new president. It was still cold, but the sun was shining, and it was a pretty clear day. I kept looking the other way at the crowd, and often the jumbotron showed how many people were actually there. I could not tell from where we stood. The view from the podium must have been glorious.
And finally, what I really wanted to be there for. The Inaugural Address itself is very meaningful, because it sets the stage for the country under the new President’s leadership. As with the Inauguration itself, it is the exact moment our country fought for. The ability to choose our own leader. And for our president to tell the people how he was going to lead, and where he was going to lead them. President Obama spoke for 18 minutes, and the audio wavered a bit, and I enjoyed his address. The Washington quote touched me deeply, and overall I thought it was a good first address. I didn’t agree with every sentiment he expressed, but I agreed with where he said he would be going together. Later, I’d reread it and find a lot more to like. A lot more. It wasn’t a great address, because the proof is in the pudding and not the recipe. I’d love for time to prove me wrong. I still am not sure many in our country are willing to do everything that is asked of them, to take that responsibility. A lot of people want to push the “Obama” button and have him fix everything. But his conviction won me over. On a superficial level, the man is a brilliant orator. Even better than he is a writer. He has a dazzling smile, and a voice that join wisdom and warmth.
As it ended, Christi wanted to head back to find her brother and Jill, so we missed the poem and the convocation. But who wants to follow President Obama’s first speech anyway? I didn’t come for those.
The walk back was easier. We essentially retraced our steps. We were able to cut right behind the Capitol, and as we were nearly centerline with the Dome, we saw a crowd cheering lustily. Marine One was revving those blades, and the new President and First Lady were saying goodbye to the old. I got a picture for my friends, since I know they will treasure this image. I am a bit torn myself. I too was more than ready for President Bush to be Former President Bush. I wanted a new leader, and a new vision. For a moment though, I remembered that President Bush served in good faith. I remembered that he endured a lot of unjustified criticism, albeit along an even larger amount of justified criticism. The tenor of that criticism near the end disturbed me, though. I remembered how unwavering he was after 9/11, and I appreciated that. There was a time when he was almost as loved as President Obama was that day. But that time was long past, and so was our faith in him. I was happy to see him go. I would do anything, however, to have looked into him as the helicopter lifted off. I am almost jealous of the power of the emotions he was feeling at that moment, probably very, very similar to those that our new President must have faced as he finished the oath less than an hour before.
The helicopter looped over Washington DC twice, and then he was gone.
We finished our walk to Christi’s building, meeting JD and Jill. They had gotten in at 11:20, and so we were happy they were able to see it. We went up and rested our feet, warmed up, and took in some overwhelmingly fawning coverage. A few hours later (still at the office), I finally sat down and read the Inaugural Address, and it actually spoke to me quite a bit. Nuances that were lost thanks to crappy audio became apparent. It was an address that spoke directly to the source of my patriotism. Even more importantly, it was the most inclusive political speech ever given. There was no them. There was only “us”, at every turn. Many of the audience (some quite near me) were wrapped up in the racially historic nature of the day, and I understand that. I was wrapped up in the universality of the man.
This is a man I will be proud to have speak for the country. This is a man that promises to resist the petty partisan temptations, and remember how America has succeeded. In my head, I know we will fall pretty short of many of his lofty goals. But it won’t be because of President Obama. So in my heart, I believe him anyway.
(If you look at the bottom image, the very bottom left is the US Botanical Gardens. About a half-inch up and an inch over is a small covered building casting a shadow north. Directly to the northwest of it, there is a small circle. That is a raised garden spot (all dead now) where Christi and I stood.)