In 1961, John F. Kennedy told the country that “a torch has been passed to a new generation.” When he died, when his brother died, when Martin Luther King Jr. died, that torch was snuffed. That flame is being relit today; the joy of young people, of people of color, of so many Americans and citizens throughout the world, is infectious. I hope it’s a light that can lead us through the troubles we have today.
I’m hopeful, I’m teary, I’m overwhelmed with joy – I’m so glad our country’s heritage is working, that we are peacefully transferring power.
Since 7 am I’ve been switching back and forth among every news channel. In a few minutes I’m heading downtown, where I hope to watch the events at Montpelier City Hall. Tonight there’s a couple of inaugural balls here; at one I can spend $1 to dance with a cardboard standup of Obama.
Last night I had a moment when I realized I could get into the car and drive to DC in time to be there in person. Part of me regrets not being there. But I am there in spirit.