I remember it well.
But the Inauguration was the best. Standing on the corner of Penn Ave at the old Post Office building, hearing the new president on a transistor radio tell the luncheon guests on Capitol Hill that "our prisoners" had just left Iranian airspace and were headed home. The jolt rippled through the crowd and was electric.
It remained that way all day long, as Ronnie and Nancy waved from the limosine. I've never before or since seen a public crowd so celebratory.