The dope is out, hope is in.
Lots of black people excited that one of their own is becoming President, lots of white people wondering what
happened to the other half of the ancestry. Lots of people of every hue who don't really care, either way, about that.Conservatives certain that this starts us on our way to hell in a hurry, everyone else figuring this is the first step toward getting out of hell.
Joe Biden becoming familiar, the Wasillabillies fading (thank heaven) into obscurity.
The administration that presided over the worst eight years most of us have ever known has packed up their gear (and their zero accountability), the Chicago Gang coming to town with a national legacy to be determined.
Empty nesters leaving the White House, a family with two young children moving in.
People hanging on every word spoken by the man who's entering, people having long since stopped listening to the blather coming from the man who's exiting. "Yes, we can" replacing nothing that anyone can recall.
Inspiration instead of desperation.
Big party today. Big work starts tomorrow. For the ride to work, here's the new Ground Force One.
Buckle up, gang. It's going to be interesting.
