Four Long Years

Four long years ago, I was sitting in a dorm room at the University of Minnesota. I was on a research trip, financed on a shoestring grant, for my dissertation. I spent 5 days at their Social Welfare collections, and five nights all alone (well, with WB in utero to keep me company), listening to my walkman with AM/FM radio. I found the local NPR station and followed the speeches at the Democratic Convention.

Four long years ago, knowing nothing about him and never having seen his face, I heard Barack Obama speak and thought, "That's the guy who should be president!"

We're close. Here's hoping.