Four years ago, The Dean and I were sitting on the same sofas we are sitting on right now. We were watching the Democratic National Convention when a young Senator named Barack Obama stepped up to the podium to speak.
“That guy is going to be President someday,” I said. The Dean was, to put it mildly, less than convinced of such.
At 11:12 p.m., as we await Obama’s acceptance speech, today is someday.