
Getting into the designated areas—the mall and parade grounds—was, at times, hopeless. Considering the anticipation of the event I thought D.C could’ve done a better job in planning for and managing the 1.8 million people. There was no signage or announcements to help direct people, which led to rumors amongst the crowd of gates closing, which line this really was, what the correct entrance is for the purple seats and so forth. There weren’t nearly enough metal detector gates to check each and every individual—which is expected and appreciated. And it was cold.
But I would do it all over again. People helped each other out, we sang songs, bought each other Barackwursts—it’s something I’ll remember forever.

The Gates.

Secret Service worked efficiently.


On the other side.

A Jeep on steroids.


Finally at our seats!

Maryland Transit Administration’s 1957 GMC Bus. A decal on the side reads, “It All Started on a Bus; Rosa Parks; 1913-2005; The Mother of the Civil Rights Movement.”

The President’s motorcade approaches.

The crowd on the 701 Building looks on.

On the lookout.

Nicholas Trotta, the assistant director for the office of protective operations, comments “although many of the vehicles’ security enhancements cannot be discussed, it is safe to say that this car’s security and coded communications systems make it the most technologically advanced protection vehicle in the world.” A hybrid between a Cadillac’s STS and DTS luxury sedans, I can only imagine the interior. Read more at Detnews.

Mr. President and the First Lady.

Onward and upward.