What I would give to be there:
A pre-dawn crush of people in the Washington DC Metro, eager to be part of history. The train passes one stop because the platform is overstuffed. At the Capital South Station, packed cars open. There’s little room to take actual steps; everyone shuffles. It’s a claustrophobic procession, clogging and pressing at a broken escalator. Then someone starts singing, and more join in:
Oh when the saints go marching in
When the saints go marching in
Oh Lord I want to be there in that number
When the saints go marching in!