Last night after the President-Elect gave his acceptance speech, we stood up to turn off the teevee and go to bed. But, we just couldn’t do it and so we stood there watching the Obama and Biden families mingle on stage. It seemed right to stand. I looked at the better-half and said quietly, “Maybe this feels like what people experienced with Kennedy.”
Having grown up in the shadow of all things Boomer and as a reaction to that oppressiveness (seriously look at how tiny Gen X is and how we’ve been rolled over and squeezed out), I’ve not given one fig about Kennedy, except perhaps I have admired his push to the space race. But last night as we stood and watched Obama celebrate and then walk off the stage, I thought I finally got it–all that youthful enthusiasm but mostly the feeling of Hope.