A lovely Inauguration Day

Now, why didn't I go to that inauguration instead of the last one? This one actually had sun -- not much warmth, but sun. Four years ago on Inauguration Day, my best friend, Laura, and I, despite wearing enough hats, socks, pants, shirts, and sweaters to clothe half of D.C., nearly froze to death out on the Mall, in the intervals of nearly drowning in mud and sleet.

But then, that year marked the end of eight years of Clinton. It was worth celebrating in a special way, even if we had to get half-killed to do it.

Anyway, this one was still good to see -- on TV this time. Congratulations, Mr. President!