As the presidents prepare to speak, it is just “ridiculously cold.”
There are no other words to describe it. It's just ridiculously cold.
I took the elevator to the roof top deck of my apartment building to
hear if maybe, just maybe, the sound of millions cheering on the Mall
will carry over the Potomac River and to my ears. No luck. Reported
temperatures of 14 with wind chill. Winds strong enough on the roof
top for me to feel like I'll fall on my feet if I stay too long.
Coast Guard boats silently sulk through the waters of the Potomac and
a police car speeds by.
I return just in time for the first daughters to show on screen,
rocking some cool colored scarves, and decide I'll check out the
parade from Alexandria's simulcast. But before that, the warmth of the
apartment tempts me. My fingers are still cold though I've been down
from the roof for at least 10 minutes.
I wonder how the crowd is reacting to live shots of President Bush right now?
And I wonder how crazy tonight's parties will be?