What I saw of the inauguration: Not much.

I’ve been a Trump-ette since August 2015, when The Donald upstaged Hillary Clinton at the Iowa State Fair by flying in on his helicopter and offering free rides to kids. So it seemed a natural to help out at the new president’s inauguration. My husband didn’t see hanging out for a full day on the cold, damp inaugural route along Washington’s Pennsylvania Avenue with quite my sanguinity, but he agreed to go along. At a training session the preceding Tuesday we learned that it wouldn’t be so bad: There would be “warming tents” where we could repair regularly for breaks and coffee, and we’d get a free breakfast and also a free box lunch.