Continuing my Thank-God-That-Texan-No-Longer-Occupies-The-House-on-1600 Pennsylvania-Avenue theme, I have a few tidbits to share:
NPR had a couple of nice, heart warming, post inauguration stories this morning. First, I heard a puff piece about a black woman from Cleveland who was determined to see the inauguration in person. She made the trip and sat in the cold, miserable weather for seven hours.
Say you: So? Two million people were there.
I hope she ends up on the Obama's radar and they send her a letter.
Secondly, I heard a story about Virginia business man Earl Stafford who financed, through his foundation, three hundred disadvantaged people so they could attend The People's Inaugural Ball last night. It made me smile. (Another story with a few pictures here.)
Thirdly, a cousin, who works for The Original Man (read: the US Government) sent out this email this morning: "You are all with me in spirit this morning as I have received official instructions to take down our office photos of Bush, Cheney and DOL Sec. Elaine Chao."
Finally, Monday night my neighbor speculated the dress color Michelle Obama would wear to the (ten!) balls last night. Silly and frivolous, yes but it was all in good fun. I said either black or white (ivory, cream). She speculated something along the lines of chartreuse, because Michelle was just the kind of woman to pull off that color. I won! Whoo hoo! And you know I sent a gloating email to her this morning.
Ridiculous to celebrate this minor victory? Absolutely. But when you literally get flipped off by a drunk in the ER within a minute of sitting down to interview her--get flashed the bird by the one whose personal crisis prevented you from seeing the actual inauguration live because she had the nerve to take a knife to her throat* in the wee hours of inauguration day.....well, you take what you can get. And get off my arse for whining. I say right up there in my header that I whine. I'm bitter, BITTER that I missed The Magic. ->
* She was fine! Just drunk. And charming.
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