Where Were You...

There are moments in time that come up in conversation when the question is asked, "Where were you when..." Growing up the huge "Where were You" was JFK's assassination, I was born a year after. I vaguely remember watching Neil Armstrong walk on the moon in 1969, I was 4 years old. In 1992 there was the Los Angeles riots, but that was a local event. There really has not been a defining moment in history that I could say where I was until September 11, 2001. But now I have a good story for where I was on January 20, 2009 when our 44th President was sworn in. I watched the Inauguration Ceremony of Barack Obama high in the sky on a tiny TV in front on me on a JetBlue flight to Sacramento. It was interesting to land in my State's Capitol on that day, there was this energy in the air that you couldn't really explain other than this was a very special day in history and everyone knew it. When I arrived in San Francisco later that day, the energy on the streets in the Union Square area was the same. If you didn't know better you would think it was a holiday or something. There were so many people on the street, like they were celebrating something special, which is exactly what that day was.