A Diary of Small Things

In everyone's life, even in the darkest places, there is something that brings them happiness. My name is Cliff Cumber, and this is my attempt to find those moments and catalog them day-by-day with a photo, a drawing, a line or two.

If you feel inspired, I hope you'll join me. One moment of joy, every day.

Apr 6
36 // via Samsung Instinct M800: The Throne

I have no proof of this next claim, other than that then President-elect Obama stayed at the Hay-Adams Hotel in D.C. for the three weeks leading up to his inauguration.

However, perhaps I can make the supposition that, as he stayed there, he would have been placed in the best room available. And it is likely, is it not, that that room may have been The Presidential Suite (after all, what could be more appositely named?).

Let us allow that the president of the United States uses the bathroom.

Let us also allow one more proposition in this excruciating syllogism: I was at the Hay-Adams this weekend for my wife’s cousin’s very exclusive, very fancy wedding. It was on the rooftop, which, as beautiful a setting as it is, does not have, aherm, “facilities.”

Instead, the good people at the hotel opened up the presidential suite’s bathroom for wedding patrons’ use.

Post hoc, ergo propter hoc, anyone who used the bathroom at the wedding may have — may have — sat on the same heated throne as the president.

That would include me. And it’s a fact I had to memorialize with a cell phone snap.

36 // via Samsung Instinct M800: The Throne

I have no proof of this next claim, other than that then President-elect Obama stayed at the Hay-Adams Hotel in D.C. for the three weeks leading up to his inauguration.

However, perhaps I can make the supposition that, as he stayed there, he would have been placed in the best room available. And it is likely, is it not, that that room may have been The Presidential Suite (after all, what could be more appositely named?).

Let us allow that the president of the United States uses the bathroom.

Let us also allow one more proposition in this excruciating syllogism: I was at the Hay-Adams this weekend for my wife’s cousin’s very exclusive, very fancy wedding. It was on the rooftop, which, as beautiful a setting as it is, does not have, aherm, “facilities.”

Instead, the good people at the hotel opened up the presidential suite’s bathroom for wedding patrons’ use.

Post hoc, ergo propter hoc, anyone who used the bathroom at the wedding may have — may have — sat on the same heated throne as the president.

That would include me. And it’s a fact I had to memorialize with a cell phone snap.


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