Inaugurations are just parties in disguise
Since happiness is contagious, I’m really very happy right now. Our neighbours to the south are engaged in a huge party, with millions of well-wishers lining the reflective pool and getting ready to watch “the man” put his “hand in the air” sometime later this week. Noon on Tuesday, for those who need to be exact, and that’s Eastern Time, for those who live in other clock zones. I am happy, because no matter how much we like to show disdain for their system, they do throw a good parade. Did you see those eagles (on tethers) this afternoon?
The US system may not have royalty, but the whole pomp and circumstance soundtrack is still Number one with a bullet. How else to explain the balls and gowns and invited guests. Whereas countries with monarchs may only get one big show per lifetime (of either the crowned one or the subject), the Americans are ready to repeat the show every four years. Only the names change.
Here in Canada, we permit the famous curly-haired lady to get her face on money and postage stamps and old photographs in public places. I don’t think I have any chance to meet the Queen (do you have to write a nice letter, or buy a ticket, or what? It’s son unclear). The closest I’m likely to come is to Kevin Bacon moment with the local proxy. I learned, only this afternoon, that our own Gigi grew up in the same area as my spouse. They might even have crossed paths in the local shopping area at some point. Now that’s the kind of fact that keeps people who belong to the CTA (Cheap Thrills Association) inspired.
