I am not going to post much on the (sweet Jesus, make it come faster) Inauguration day because the Sellies are determined to get the Wehlies to day drink. I told Chuck that drinking at 9 am, (noon eastern) was not the poetic way to celebrate; instead a full baptism was needed. We needed to get into the Bay and frolic with the seals and wash the orange away.
Unfortunately, my talent for planning parties gets away from me sometimes, and now I am seriously re considering, (remember the time Thomas wanted take out sushi on his birthday and he ended up with paramedics by his bed after a 6 piece jazz band with trumpet, and two sushi chefs and a sake tasting bar were set up?)
But who knows- come down to Chrissy Field at 7 am and watch us try. Whiskey and sea shanties will be provided.
As for January 6th, I cannot add to what Paul Simon said below. Keep singing my people.
No, I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away
