From TPM Reader MT …
I’m a white, middle-aged grandmother living in a blue state. I have a nice house, a good job, and a happy family; I’m not on the no-fly list, and haven’t lost anyone (yet) in Iraq. I’d expect my emotional involvement with this presidential inauguration to be pretty much on par with what it’s been my whole life: interest, anticipation, maybe a little hope that the new guy will do well for us (whether or not I voted for him).
And yet — ever since election day, I am moved almost to tears when I watch others talking about the incoming president! This feels light years removed from a run-of-the-mill event; what it feels most like to me is the moon landing in 1969. I have that same sense of wonder that this heretofore-impossible thing is actually going to happen, the same undercurrent of dread that something will go wrong, and the same almost-giddy feeling that this could be the beginning of real change for the country.
Just like in 1969, I will have to watch live — I have to experience it along with the rest of the world, in real time.
