I really had planned to. It was all laid out in my mind. The innocuous, reminiscing open that was seemingly unrelated. The transition to the topic at hand that moved so smoothly you didn't even know you were being turned. The historical references - both personal and not. The gathering and inclusion of my children in the moment. The dichotomy of feelings and the double-edge that carries. A torch-passing. And lastly, a light flick to unburden the self-importance of it all.
I really had it done. It was complete in my head for literally months. Refined, polished and perfect, but for the actual word to page. And then...
I just didn't see the point. And I just soaked in the day's sights and sounds, felt it wash over me. And I realized that even if all the professionals talked about was race, I voted for a man - the best man in perhaps several generations for the job - and I didn't notice race at all. I still don't, despite their best efforts (good or ill) to focus me on it.
Maybe that's the real story - an entire generation of us that just don't notice.
Anyway, sorry for the failure to post. I was busy enjoying the day.
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