Three National Guard helicopters circled the Santa Fe plaza low and loud. Multiple twenty-one gun salutes with rifle and canon set off alarms and scared the dogs and children. Ah, the sound of war at an inaugural! It would have felt a bit martial-law like except for the smiling, cheering and saluting.
It was cold. The Governor was wearing tiny earmuffs and no hat in 3 degrees with a stiff wind. I tried to stand next to fat people for warmth. The Indian dancers weren't wearing nearly enough in the way of buffalo adornment for far too long. By the time the new Governor began her speech I couldn't feel my feet, the mimosa had worn off and all the fat people were suspicious.
The military hardware was a hard act to follow. Here's the text of her speech via Monahan. It reads with more passion than she gave it.
I cannot promise we will always agree on methods, but we will share the same goal of a just, prospering and limitless New Mexico; a place where every mother's child has the encouragement and a fair opportunity to succeed as my other's child has' a place where dreams are made real.
We won't take more of your money from you or grow the deficit because we are not willing to make the same tough decisions you have had to make.
It needed a red pen. I started taking pictures of hats and dogs.