The Girlie and I saw The Pope today. Not the standing-in-his-Popemobile-and-waving-with-both-hands version, but the motorcaded version with the flashing lights, column of black Suburbans, and chorus of police sirens. We were running down from Rock Creek Park toward the mall, and were overtaken by the speedy processional.
None of which isn’t that unusual in Our Nation’s Capitol, rife as it is with Presidents, Vice-Presidents, Officials, Congresspeople, Heads of State, Diplomats, and Honored Guests, all clogging up traffic as they head somewhere important. From the sidewalk, The Pope is just another Bigshot, albeit one with a ton more fans and breathless press coverage. Just another person to kindly offer some wisdom about the world and our nation’s place in it. Another sage whose thoughts we can snip into sound bites before we slap him on the back and go back to The Way We Do Things.
So I guess it was weird that I actually stopped and said, “Oh, that’s The Pope!,” and tried to get my daughter to sit up straight in her stroller.