Inauguration Special: In Which We Invade The Obama Nation
Tuesday, January 20th, 2009
After cutting numerous lines, trampling countless fences, and getting “on the nerves” of one testy middle-aged lady with multiple Obama pins (I think we were mock-bewailing Bush’s departure or something), my colleague John-David Brown and I have returned to our friend’s place of residence after an exhausting firsthand view of what actually goes down at a Presidential Inauguration. I capitalize (italics for punniness) the P and the I incorrectly because we are now inescapably into the Age of Obama, as you obviously are aware. And there was no moment more indicative of this new era than at the end of Aretha Franklin’s rendition of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee.” As I anxiously stood on my tippytoes to get a glimpse of the zaftig goddess on the Jumbotron, I was struck by the words she kept on repeating: “Let it rain. Let it rain. Let. It. Rain.”
