Ada Calhoun, the editor of this here Web site, recently wrote an essay about how she traveled to Washington, D.C.
-- with child in tow -- to see the inauguration of President Barack
Obama. Despite the warnings about huge crowds, frigid temperatures,
Port-a-Potty heinosity and an overall uncomfortable environment for
kids, she made the journey anyway and has no regrets about doing so. 
"I've never experienced anything like being in a crowd of almost two
million silent, rapt people, nor will I probably ever again," she writes. "I looked
down at my son, sitting on my lap under a sleeping bag, staring at the
Jumbotron, hypnotized by Obama's face and voice, and the speech hit
home in a way it might not have had I been unencumbered."
I read that piece, and felt moved by it. And then I felt incredibly, incredibly guilty.
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