On a breezy seashore north of Bombay, I watched Barack Obama make a victory speech this morning. When he was done, his family and Joe Biden's family came out on stage and for several minutes, there were all these people holding hands and hugging and smiling and waving and milling about on stage. Grandparents, a President-elect, a basketball coach, wives ... and several kids.
And sure, it wasn't Alabama where they held hands and milled about. Yet I couldn't help thinking of words spoken 40 years ago: "I have a dream that ... one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers."
And so, I couldn't help thinking too, about dreams fulfilled.