“Yesterday, I felt a little disappointed.” It was Wednesday, the day after Barack Obama was inaugurated, and my hundred year-old mother was calling to talk about how she thought it went.
She had been an enthusiastic supporter of Obama’s from the day he announced he was running for the presidency and had to deal with the grief that was directed her way by the octogenarian and nonagenarian women, Hillary supporters all, who lived with her at Forest Trace, a retirement community in Lauderhill, Florida.
“How disappointed?” I asked, “I thought everything went well. It was a historic day and it seemed as if everyone was moved by the occasion and was wishing him well. Including most Republicans. I couldn’t stop myself from crying like a baby when he first appeared on the platform.”