The Mall was packed. As far as the camera could see, there were people. Big people and little people of all colors and genders and sexual orientations were huddled together, standing in front of the Capitol, watching our government transition. The poet spoke Spanish. The old white guy only sang one verse and a chorus. The young blonde raised chills as she hit the high notes and filled the air with song. The gorgeous superstar, followed everywhere by her equally famous superstar husband, filled our national anthem with meaning. The President spoke briefly, pointedly, inclusively. He reminded us that we are all in this together, that big projects take big visions, that we still have work to do. His girls, adorned in shades of purple, listened carefully. His mother-in-law, in the only orange coat I've ever wanted to wear myself, and his wife, stylish in black, nodded sagely. The Vice President could barely contain his glee, and his wife...