Past Dupont Circle, where a week ago Friday people threw
their shoes at a giant, inflatable George Bush; where all weekend it felt like
rush hour, as bodies moved in mass, smiling ever so softly, laughing ever so
easily, as if it were a holiday season past, as if there were a bit of opiate
in the water.
In a cab with an Ethiopian driver, who observes, "I've never
seen this. Regular people never go to inauguration. That's for the rich."