I probably would have been there, freezing on the Mall, texting messages to my family back home. One of the virtues of age is that I no longer have this burning desire to be a participant; I am content to remain at home and watch on the television. I have done my share: I marched against the Vietnam war, over and over again. Amongst many other things, in 1968 I was in Washington to visit "Resurrection City," the demonstration encampment against poverty and in support of civil rights. Today I will stay home and watch and send my good wishes and hopes to the new President.