
By
Scot Facer Proctor
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People
who live in the Washington D.C. metro know that decisions have to be made on a daily
basis about what to do with one’s time. That sounds pretty
normal for anyone living anywhere. But here, it seems, these
decisions are most often based on events and happenings that
are not to be missed and one is left to judge between ‘good,’
and ‘more good’ and ‘very good’ and ‘never-to-be-forgotten.’
Yesterday was a ‘never-to-be-forgotten’ event and it was something
I wanted to share with you.
Those
of you who have followed my photo essays for some years know
that I feel a deep sense of responsibility to give you the
best view possible—a front row seat, if you will—so that no
matter where you live you can be next to us at an event like
yesterday and never leave your seat.
I
also have a deep sense of our readership and where you are
in the world. Although 87 percent of you are from the United
States and many more of you who are reading outside this country
may be our citizens abroad, I know that there are precious
thousands of you who read this in places far from the sound
of freedom’s clarion bell. Our readership in North Korea
and China is astounding. Computers are connecting with Meridian
in Iran and Vietnam and Cuba. Readers find us in little-known
nations of Africa. I dedicate this photo essay to you quiet
readers in far-away places who are only looking through a
small window to the vast and distant horizon of freedom and
liberty.
What
was said yesterday by President George W. Bush, I believe,
will go down as one of the great speeches in the history of
our nation.
Note: We were given three tickets to the Inauguration.
Maurine and I took our nine-year-old daughter, Michaela, with
us. I am going to take you to the Inauguration as if you
were coming along side us. You will see what we saw, wait
in line with us, be on the time schedule we were on. Come
along.

There
was no way we were going to attempt to get into the District
with our own car. Too many road closures, tightened security
and the slim chance of a park told us we had better jump on
the Metro. Maurine and Michaela hurried ahead of me. The
temperature was a solid 28 degrees (this was warm compared
to the below-zero wind chills of the past two days).

Many
schools in Northern Virginia, Maryland and the District of
Columbia had an official holiday for the Inauguration. Michaela
was thrilled to come along.

With
all that we had to do to finish getting Meridian out Thursday
morning we left later than we would have like to—which was
a mixed blessing. There were fewer people on our Metro ride,
but then, we were running quite late.

We
got off the Metro at Union Station just a few blocks from
the Capitol. There were not only mounds of security personal
on “the Hill” but numerous volunteers to help you with questions
and directions along the way.

How
are you going to feed more than 100,000 people in downtown
Washington? A few entrepreneurs took the challenge like these
folks with fresh baked giant pretzels.

The
dome of the Capitol was our goal. It was now 11:20 AM (Meridian
takes a long time to publish each day) and we had to hurry
if we were going to see the President.

Ah!
The Blue Gate—our tickets are blue—this is our entrance to
the Inauguration! It’s clearly marked and we’re almost there.
This shouldn’t take too long.

Whoops.
This line doesn’t seem to be moving at all. I wonder if they’ve
closed the gate. “I’ll go and ask security what’s going on
and see if this is the right place. You two wait here.”
I scurried around everyone and up the head of the line. Yes,
this was the line that would then allow you through the barricades
to then get into the actual security lines before we get into
the area of the Inauguration. It’s now 11:34 AM.

Security
was everywhere—on the tops of buildings, lined around the
Capitol, in cars, in helicopters, on horses. I hope we can
get through this line very quickly. The President will be
sworn in at high noon. Can’t miss that.
Click
here to go to Part 2 of Eyewitness of the Presidential Inauguration