I'm writing this Wednesday evening, having just listened to the president's speech in Tucson at the memorial for those who died on Saturday and the congresswoman who lingers with a bullet wound to the brain. I can hardly find words for my reaction. It's so easy to slip into the formulas of sentimental BS or emotional manipulation in this kind of address. He didn't. His words were about individual tragedy and a national sense of mourning. There was no hint of political recrimination. He spoke to us about loss, resolution and a common sense of honor, all 300 million of us.
This is my only picture of the president, the one time I've seen him myself. He is throwing out the first pitch at Busch Stadium downtown for the baseball All Star Game in 2009, wearing the jacket of the Chicago White Sox, his home town team. At least it's not a Cubs shirt.
This is my only picture of the president, the one time I've seen him myself. He is throwing out the first pitch at Busch Stadium downtown for the baseball All Star Game in 2009, wearing the jacket of the Chicago White Sox, his home town team. At least it's not a Cubs shirt.
