Wow.

We stood on the sidewalk and watched. And the people just kept coming. And coming. And coming. "This line does have an end, right?" said some guy as he headed past. We would have smiled at him, but we already were. We knew we were part of something amazing. (And we were glad to be at least a little ahead.)

Retirees with beauty-shop hair stood with tough-looking workers who stood with college kids who stood with polo-and-khakis-yuppies who stood with old guys in ball caps who stood with couples of all combinations who stood with thousands and thousands of families in a line that stretched for at least a mile's worth of blocks until we all poured through the abandoned security gates to the sloping lawn under the arch. My, "Wow," was not a solo, and I can't be alone in saying it was like nothing I've ever experienced. Oh, I've been in that crowd in that spot, for a concert or a fireworks view, but the attitude was entirely different. It was peaceful anticipation and by God, it was hope. It was seeing the phenomenon for ourselves. Feeling the possibility. It was a great day, a great memory for a girl and her mom. Now here's hoping all those folks go VOTE.