Everyone needs a souvenir at an inauguration. Which one will you choose?
Something just struck me as humorous as I walked by this mostly full board of inauguration souvenir buttons in 1997.
I lived in DC from 1995 to 1997. I lived in Arlington, VA, part of the original district, about 3 miles from the National Mall. I worked in the part of the current district, on Wisconsin Ave. in north Georgetown.
I went to Bill Clinton’s second Inauguration in 1997. Not to say I was at the actual swearing in.
I was on the Mall, fending off the cold, waiting for the procession down Pennsylvania Avenue. At one point I ducked into the National Gallery of Art to keep warm. I recall there being very few people in there for how packed the streets were. It was a good opportunity to check things out.
There was lots of things going on on the streets. I walked up and down to check things out.
The Canadian Embassy is on Pennsylvania, and was fairly new and had all kinds of Canadian flags flying.
There were your typical group of people with giant pictures of aborted fetuses. What’s politics without those people?
They weld the man hole covers shut. There are extra security guys everywhere. But it’s a fun spectacle to get to witness.