Going to Denver... Gulp.

As if being an Obama supporter wasn't exciting enough, I was picked by the kind Obama supporters in California's 14th Congressional District to be one of three people representing them at the Democratic National Convention in Denver. Representing, as in representative democracy, as in my one vote represents thousands of my fellow Americans, as in woah. What me? Gulp.

I leave in less than two weeks and between now and then I've got to learn how to blog.

I may not know how to blog but I know this. We are living history. These are times we will go to our graves talking about. When the times of today are one day considered the olden days, we will say we were a part of an historic election in which America grew up out of its painful adolescence and began living a life of maturing wisdom. Our grandchildren will roll their eyes from hearing us tell it so often. But tell it we will, in whispers and shouts. With awe and respect. With humility for knowing it was improbable. With pride for having played some small part. We are living those kinds of times. It is our time. And it is now.

If you want to know what the convention feels like, smells like, tastes like, sounds like, and looks like, join me here regularly. At the ripe old age of 40 I'm the senior delegate from CD 14. While the other delegates are likely to be using that hip lingo the young people speak, come here if you want to converse 20th century style!