Today will leave a mark. Everett, Josh and I took seats at the Grounds coffee shop in the West End to watch and listen to the inauguration of the first president that felt like it mattered who sat in that ovalest of offices.
Surrounded by neighbors and even a few friends, Everett slept while I kept the tears at bay by smiling like a big ninny.
Somehow we all felt proud, despite, or because of, our disparate roles in making today possible. I know my part was tiny, but I took part nonetheless.
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