Give Me One Thing to Believe In

I watched that HBO inauguration special and cried through the whole darn thing. First I chalked my emotions off on menopause. Then I thought I might be lonely but I was not lonely -- only alone. When it came down to my own (crazed) analysis, I was filled with pride and so pleased. All these goofy songs about America that made me feel patriotic for the first time that I can remember although maybe I felt patriotic as a child. There is such a feeling of hope. 

Earlier in the day I told someone "Happy Inauguration!" and he sort of grumbled at me about how he didn't watch the news and was going to surf on Tuesday.  Not a Republican -- just more of a CouldCarelessican I guess. Not interested in the hype. Is this what eight years of delusional thinking from our government has caused? Or too much pot smoke and salt water? Screw him and the surfboard he rode in on! 

I listened to NPR do a story where they were interviewing the head of Howard University's band director  -- one of the bands in the inaugural parade. He said they had chosen a song, Stevie Wonder's "Signed, Sealed, Delivered" originally but found that many other bands had also chosen that song so this band chose a different song by Diana Ross, The Boss. I started tearing up. The Boss. It's about goddamn time.