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Sunday, January 25, 2009
Inauguration weekend redux
Here is a quick group of pictures to tell the story of how I saw the Inauguration on Tuesday.
This is the crowd walking down 18th Street, before we even got near the Mall. The crowd just kept growing the closer we got and then at one point, the most amazing thing happened.
Right at 18th and E and sort of out of nowhere since it was supposed to be pedestrians only, the cops made us stop walking. Jym, Young Kevin and I were near the front of the impasse and I (in totally unsurprising fashion) was getting a little grumpy that they had stopped us. Then, there it was. The presidential limo, looking for all in the world like a shiny black tank. I stood on my toes to get a better look (thanks, Mom and Dad, for my tall genes) and I saw a hand, a wave. The President-elect. I knew we'd get no closer than that and made a joke about turning around and going back. Thank goodness the boys weren't paying attention to that nonsense.We came out on the Mall near the WWII Memorial and my thoughts turned to my dad, who isn't here to see this amazing, historic day, but would have been so proud of our country.
We tried to get closer to the Washington Monument to meet up with friends, but realized it was a fool's errand and that we were all together in spirit anyway (along with two million others), so we stayed right in front of the WWII Memorial.
Looking backwards, towards the Lincoln Memorial, all we could see was more people, the most I've ever seen in one place. All joined together for a few moments' time to witness history and wish the best of luck to our new President.
Afterwards, on our way back up 18th Street, the throng was just as overwhelming. I couldn't resist taking a picture of the Democrat donkey, on his way back to wherever he came from.
Then after warming up at Solly's, we went to Duffy's for dinner, where I befriended some nice police officers who were on duty for 24 hours straight to protect all of us from harm.
This is most important event in our nation's history that I have witnessed first-hand, albeit from over a mile away and on a jumbotron. Nevertheless, I will cherish for the rest of my life the pride, joy and overwhelming sense of hope I experienced during the inauguration of Barack Obama.
This is the crowd walking down 18th Street, before we even got near the Mall. The crowd just kept growing the closer we got and then at one point, the most amazing thing happened.
Right at 18th and E and sort of out of nowhere since it was supposed to be pedestrians only, the cops made us stop walking. Jym, Young Kevin and I were near the front of the impasse and I (in totally unsurprising fashion) was getting a little grumpy that they had stopped us. Then, there it was. The presidential limo, looking for all in the world like a shiny black tank. I stood on my toes to get a better look (thanks, Mom and Dad, for my tall genes) and I saw a hand, a wave. The President-elect. I knew we'd get no closer than that and made a joke about turning around and going back. Thank goodness the boys weren't paying attention to that nonsense.We came out on the Mall near the WWII Memorial and my thoughts turned to my dad, who isn't here to see this amazing, historic day, but would have been so proud of our country.
We tried to get closer to the Washington Monument to meet up with friends, but realized it was a fool's errand and that we were all together in spirit anyway (along with two million others), so we stayed right in front of the WWII Memorial.
Looking backwards, towards the Lincoln Memorial, all we could see was more people, the most I've ever seen in one place. All joined together for a few moments' time to witness history and wish the best of luck to our new President.
Afterwards, on our way back up 18th Street, the throng was just as overwhelming. I couldn't resist taking a picture of the Democrat donkey, on his way back to wherever he came from.
Then after warming up at Solly's, we went to Duffy's for dinner, where I befriended some nice police officers who were on duty for 24 hours straight to protect all of us from harm.
This is most important event in our nation's history that I have witnessed first-hand, albeit from over a mile away and on a jumbotron. Nevertheless, I will cherish for the rest of my life the pride, joy and overwhelming sense of hope I experienced during the inauguration of Barack Obama.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
This is history
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Bankruptcy kit at the Everett Office Max
(Siobhan's note): If you look closely at the group to the right of bankruptcy, you'll make out the edges of the Living Will, Prenuptial Agreement and Divorce kits. Way to go on making the most of human misery.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Holiday party -- the final chapter
My office's holiday party was last night -- rescheduled because of the snow storm we endured on the original date.
We attended in all our BKDM-Siobhan glory.
The party was held at the Skywalk Observatory at The Prudential Tower in Boston. It's on the 50th floor of the tallest building in the city and two floors down from a favorite spot of ours, Top of the Hub, where many of our guest have imbibed a few cocktails.
The view was fabulous, the drinks were divine and the food was scrumptious.
Good times.
We attended in all our BKDM-Siobhan glory.
The party was held at the Skywalk Observatory at The Prudential Tower in Boston. It's on the 50th floor of the tallest building in the city and two floors down from a favorite spot of ours, Top of the Hub, where many of our guest have imbibed a few cocktails.
The view was fabulous, the drinks were divine and the food was scrumptious.
Good times.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
A New New Year's Tradition
Some say it is seven years bad luck to break a mirror. Well, I am starting a new tradition. I will break a mirror every New Year's Day from now on, to show that I am unafraid of "bad luck" and that I will survive on my strength of will alone - fates be damned.
Starting with this morning.
I just went outside and smashed a good hand-mirror I used for shaving.
Give me 7 years bad luck - I dare you.
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