Twenty years ago, I went to Bill Clinton's first inauguration. I was so lucky to be able to attend. My aunt was a guest on a bus trip sponsored by a Michigan State Rep for whom she had campaigned; I got to tag along with them.
D.C. was jam-packed and it was really exciting to be a part of it. I'm from a really little town, so most cities are exciting to me, but Washington during an inauguration is amazing. Of course, we were just part of a throng of people, so we couldn't see the festivities that well. Eventually, like many others, we got cold and went to a lounge to watch the rest on TV with some drinks.
There was a State senator in our group, too, and some folks quickly figured out that we got better service if we addressed him, loudly, as "Senator." We even got to attend an inaugural ball.
Regardless of your politics, it's fun to be a part of an historical tradition that brings together so many people. It's a wonderful memory and I had a great time, but I'm glad I'm not freezing in that crowd today!
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