Perhaps because I am still grappling with the last stages of a brutal flu, I was slow to get excited about my trip to DC. I’m not a fan of big crowds and usually prefer the eagle’s eye vantage point I get from watching the biggest spectacles on television. Still, as a native Washingtonian with a mom who grew up in segregation and took part in the Civil Rights protests, I knew I had to get here to soak in the energy of our nation’s renewed hope.
I arrived at LAX …