Seven days from tomorrow, I will stand on the National Mall with a million-plus fellow citizens and welcome the new President as he takes the oath of office. It will be a proud day for me, for my family, my party, my nation and my people.
I will have my children with me, Miranda and Gwendolyn, so that they can forever say that they were there in that history-making moment. I am excited. I am inspired. I am not particularly looking forward to the drive.
Still! I will not allow the long, long commute from Chicago to D.C. to drag me down. No, instead I will endow it with a significance that it may not necessarily deserve.
It will be a history making drive. Each mile that I traverse in my vehicle will be long remembered as a small step our nation took toward freedom and democracy. When we stop to eat, each meal will be notable, each burger or chicken tender a testament to this great nation. Even our dips, be they barbecue, honey mustard or ranch, will be remembered for years to come.
Our bathroom breaks will be few, but they will be necessary. No journey is without it's moments of rest and contemplation, surely. But we shall forge on...on! For there are many miles to go, my brothers and sisters.
At last, we will arrive in that place, that storied destination called My Brother's Driveway. And there we will feast and raise a glass and probably have a bit too much the first night and then not so bad the second and then on the third, oh dear, how late did you boys stay up? And then there will be aspirin.
And finally! We will try to get into the District and it will be a trial- oh yes!- it will. For my countrymen will want to join in the same fun as us and there will be many of us and they might not be very polite about how crowded it is and and, hey, if you elbow me like that again we're gonna have some trouble, buster, so you might want to think about backing off but...in the end...it will be peaceful. For we are joining together in this great moment, on this great day, with this great man to make...
...history.
Can't wait.
But I wonder: Where we'll go for our historic brunch that day?
Seven days to freedom. Dig it.
2 comments:
I don't think it matters so much WHERE you eat brunch, but in true American fashion it should be an all-you-can-eat buffet. Followed by a blood pressure check and another aspirin.
I think during the chicken tender moments of the drive toward our shared national moment, that barbecue should be the choice. Unless we always have barbecue, in which case we need to make a change, perhaps to ranch. Can we make that change? Yes we can.
[Great post, Kev! Safe travels...]
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