It struck me this weekend that about the time the inaugural balls are winding down, and the new president is taking to Twitter to create his sham of a reality, my bus from Middletown, Conn., will be revving up. I know at least one woman busing in from Minnesota. She said she will spend 48 hours on a bus for a six-hour march. Now that’s dedication. My bus leaves in the wee hours, arrives in D.C. around 7 a.m., and the leaves again at 1 (I think).
This is in addition to multiple marches around the country, for people who aren’t coming to D.C.
I’ve already started packing my no-bigger-than-8-by-6-by-4-inch bag — hand warmers given to me by my friend, Steve; a change of socks; snacks; more snacks; phone; charger for phone. I think it will be uncomfortable and exhilarating.