Protesting

Lisa wrote in a comment wondering if I saw any inauguration protesters.

Alas, I made it a point to stay home, and as far away as possible from all inauguration proceedings as possible. Perhaps you may think I have missed a part of the history of our great nation. Ah! but you forget: it was colder than a dead possum out there (Margaret seems to think that this is not a southern euphemism, but I am doing my best to change that).

Further, the crowds started streaming in early in the morning, so if you wanted to actually see any part of the parade, you would have to stand outside from 9:30 am to 3:00 pm when it passed you by.

Then, when Bush approached your part of the route, he would quickly hop in his car and roll up the windows so he wouldn't have to make eye contact with the protestors.

Also, the security was tighter than a dead possum being squished by a boa constrictor (you must admit, it would be tight). Protestors weren't allowed to carry anything dangerous, like signs with tall sticks (this is true!). Apparently, they weren't even pleasant people to be around, cursing up a storm and generally making themselves and all things left-y look terrible to people that didn't like them to begin with.