The Day After

"What a night! What a night!" Paul Simon exclaims during the famous Simon and Garfunkel Concert in Central Park. I felt that way yesterday: "What a day!" We were floating on air, up here in Boulder Creek. The first deep breath i was able to draw was after the ceremony, when I could reassure myself that it had actually happened, that no shots rang out, just songs of joy. I thought the blissful look on the faces of the members of Yo Yo Ma's quartet as they played the blissful strains of "Simple Gifts" said it all.

Now the real work begins, of course. I'm guessing O was up and running this morning, even after the taking of the oath of office, the dancing and celebrating, and – I'm betting – a sleepless night. (His girls were having a slumber party at their new home, and you know what that means: No Slumber, for anybody in the house.) But I think he will move with careful deliberation and with courage and strength, toward his closest-held goals. As long as we all move our goals along with him, we can turn this world around. Let's roll! Let's eradicate the horror we've felt since 2001 when we first heard that call to action that led to death. Let's roll this chariot along to a better life for every man, woman and child on this beautiful Earth.