America took a giant step forward last night, Vera. For the first 228 years of our constitutional national government, no woman had been nominated by a major political party for the presidency of the United States. Last night that changed. Last night Hillary Clinton accepted the nomination of the Democratic Party.
Whether or not you support Ms. Clinton, the historical significance of this moment can’t be lost on you. And if you have a daughter or granddaughter, its significance takes on even greater meaning. Continue reading
Benedict Evans recently tweeted the following: “Do not discuss things with people who do not accept disagreement, and do not correct people who do not care if they’re wrong.”
I can’t image why anyone would not care if they’re wrong. Personally, there are so many things about which I hope I’m wrong. My advice to you, Vera, is this: long to be wrong. Believe in your own fallibility. Continue reading
Humans are uncomfortable with the unknown. So we make assumptions to comfort ourselves. We assume the future will look a lot like the past. Often, our assumptions prove to be valid. Sometimes, they don’t. We’re in one of those periods when assumptions fall short. And it’s going to impact all of us. Continue reading
It was a year ago that you came into the world, Vera Kay. My, how time flies.
Today is for a retrospective. We didn’t know your name before you were born. It was a closely guarded secret. Your parents proved they could keep a secret.
So the first we were aware of your name was when we entered the room not long after your delivery. It was written on the board opposite your mother’s bed. I like you first name, but my attention immediately gravitate to your middle one. It was a special moment.
Shortly thereafter, I wrote the following note to your parents. I thought I’d share it with you today (with some names redacted to respect others’ privacy). When you’re old enough, I’ll tell you more about your great-grandmother Kay. This can be a jumping off point.
This is what I wrote to your dad and mom: Continue reading
I love meeting people at Denver International Airport. There is no better sight.
I met your dad there last night, Vera. He was returning from a business trip from Manila. I could have done a curb pick up. That would have been easier. But it wouldn’t have been as gratifying.
Passengers have to take a tram from the gates to the main terminal. They then have to take one of two escalators up to the main floor of the terminal. It’s as if the earth spews forth a sea of humanity from its bowels seconds after the tram doors open.
But it’s what awaits them that I find most interesting. At the top of the escalators, behind a railing designed to keep people at bay, awaits another sea of humanity: all the friends and relatives who are there to meet the arriving passengers.
I love watching them — the look of anticipation on their faces and then, when their loved one arrives, the sudden outburst of joy and, sometimes, rawer emotions.
Sometimes it’s hard to like people. We’re capable of harsh, inconsiderate treatment of each other. But when I stand back and watch those reunions unfold, it’s really easy to like people. And to be happy for them.