Audrey Hepburn photographed by Richard Avedon for Funny Face, 1956 pic.twitter.com/OLvchDndyA
— Audrey Hepburn (@SoAudreyHepburn) March 11, 2017
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I’ve rendered the Holy Bible in blank verse. All the books are on Kindle. I’ve written books of poetry, a children’s story, compiled a law book, and compiled books of quotations. The royalties go directly to my local church, The Bridge Church, in Carson City, Nevada.
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My family and I went with the Carson City United Methodist Church to the town of La Union in Guatemala to deliver water filters and teach the villagers how to use them. Our goal was to prevent and minimize water-based infections and diseases. We succeeded.
Baskets and Pom-Poms, Guatemala
Knives, La Antigua
Church Wall, La Antigua
I’m glad I went. I went to the Trump Inauguration with Tyson Roser, a pastor at the Bridge church in Carson City, Nevada.
We did not see the violence that the media shows.
On Thursday night we went to the Lincoln Memorial and enjoyed the different groups that played. The fireworks were spectacular.
We waited 2.5 hours in line to get into the Mall. The long wait was due in part to the size of the crowd and also due to protesters who had blocked the security entrances. We stood and walked with up to 15 people abreast. Many high school classes were present. Everybody was calm and friendly. Vendors peddled Trump hats, programs, scarves, and buttons. A few vendors peddled pictures of Obama and his family. Food vendors peddled pretzels for $3.00 and lunches for $15.00. Fortunately Robin had packed some snacks for me, or I would have had to buy an expensive lunch. My buddy was ahead of me somewhere in the sea of people. He told me later that the TSA had confiscated his water bottle because it was “suspicious.” TSA also took a woman’s sandwich. TSA had me take a picture with my camera to prove it was a working camera. After I finally cleared the security check, I saw President Trump speak on a Jumbo Tron, and I enjoyed Jackie Evancho’s singing.
Then we went to wait for the parade for about two hours. We were on one side of the street while the protesters were on the other side. They had a lousy sound system so I have no idea what they said but they had angry tones in their voices.
The parade street was lined with law enforcement officers on both sides. Every twenty officers or so were from different jurisdictions such as Minnesota and Texas. (Fox News said that 25 different jurisdictions were represented.)
I chatted with the U.S. Park Police from New York City. They said that the NYPD police were not invited because they had a reputation of partying so hard after an event that the Park Police had to be called in to restore order against the NYPD police.
The National Guard troops (such as Delaware and Maryland) were at security checkpoints and along the street. Some big (6’5″, 300 pounds) HSI (Homeland Security Investigations) officers stood by us in regular uniforms. A bandstand was on either side of us, packed with people. I chatted with a Biker for Trump, who looked like he could handle himself in a fight.
Close to us was group of about five college kids who stood around and protested against Trump. One lady who sitting on the bandstand, got into a shouting match with them. “Babies have rights!” she would holler, or “You’re uninformed and misguided!” or “Get a job!”
A college woman had a shirt that said on front and back, “My Body My Rights.” She shouted back, “Don’t legislate my body!”
A skinny man, wearing an American stripes tall hat and a complete outfit with American stripes, told the college kids to let people enjoy themselves. The college kids shouted at him and asserted their rights. They videotaped themselves. The young man concluded that since one Trump supporter had offended his right to protest, all Trump supporters believed the same way.
None of the many law enforcement officers around us moved a muscle. It had to be more than a heated argument for them to get involved.
It rained for a few minutes and I put on my poncho, but in the end I did not need it. The parade began. It had marching bands, some military groups who only marched (no music), and black Suburbans with dignitaries in them. President Donald Trump went by in one of the black Suburbans and waved from inside the car. We learned later that shortly after his car had passed us, he got out and walked the rest of the way to the White House. After his car went by, we had to wait two to four minutes for the next car or band. Many people started to leave, and we decided to leave, too.
Security had closed the nearest Metro station, which was the Smithsonian, so we walked back to the Mall toward our Metro station, L’Infant Plaza. The trouble was that our route took us straight through the starting point for the bands. That meant that we and several hundred other people were fenced in (the black-mesh fences were 15 feet high) while the bands started out on the other side of the fences. Security would open the fences for a few seconds and let a handful of people through, then they would close the fences again. Fortunately people stayed calm or it could have been an ugly rampage.
At last they let us through and we took the Metro, then a Lyft (private taxi) back to the hotel. The following morning my feet were sore from standing all day yesterday. Security advised against going into D.C. that day due to the probability of violence.