on feeling hopeful and, for the first time, proud
January 20th, 2009. What a day. At 8:30 in the morning I walked to my neighborhood cafe to watch the inauguration. It was such a moving experience, being there in a standing-room-only crowd of folks watching breathlessly as the events unfolded in Washington. I have never, ever felt pride for this country, but it filled me from head to toe on that morning.
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