My computer tells me it's 20 degrees in DC, but I'd put it below that. A short time ago, after a brief walk outside left my face frozen so badly it was hard to speak, I was sent over to a discount department store to grab an emergency scarf and some long underwear. I found the place pillaged already and people (locals, tourists, everyone) alternately cursing and marveling at the temperature as they picked over the carcass of a long-johns display. This picture? It hurt to take, and I say this not to be a martyr but just to convey that it is impossible to do anything bare-handed in D.C. right now. Anything outside, anyway.
For the last day I've been spending most of my time among people who live and work here, so admittedly they're a little jaded on political spectacles, but these people are not feeling the need to stand in this stabbing, sub-freezing wind and listen to Beyonce and Bruce at the Lincoln Memorial on Sunday, or even Obama's inaugural address on Tuesday. The crowd estimates for the inaugural keep getting revised downward, and if this cold keeps up, and if the people I've been with are any indication, I would say revise downward again. I hope the Mall is filled from the Capitol to the Lincoln Memorial on Tuesday, as some predict, but I'm not sure even history can move enough Americans to be there in this weather.
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