Today, I was in the same building as the President of the United States of America. In any time, and probably in any other era, that used to mean something special. I would have been excited. Heck, I waited for twenty-eight minutes after work just to see President Obama's motorcade make it's way down the street of my office. Just to see the car he was in drive by. That was cool. I was excited. Just for the brush. Just to be in the same air with the most powerful person in the free world.
Of course, you know where this post is now going. Today, I was not. I wasn't excited. I wasn't thrilled. Nor did I have the overwhelming angst to rush the area to see him. I just didn't.
This past week, I attended a national conference within the field of which I work - Higher Education and Campus Recreation. As it goes, this year's conference was held in the National Harbor in the DC area. And as you probably know by now, so was CPAC, a conservative union conference which attracted a rather political crowd to the area, along with the Vice President, and of course, the President of the United States.