Years ago I was a copywriter in a direct marketing company that sent out millions of letters every month to unsuspecting people just dying to buy the useless crap we sold. Every now and then, we would miss a target date for a mailing because the art was wrong or a code had been forgotten or, God forbid, I needed to rewrite the letter. On those days, the president of the company would go ballistic. He would storm around his over-sized office and rant and rave about how few mailing days there were in the month and how we had lowered our earnings for the month and how we had sacrificed the one thing we could never get back: time.
Last night, I watched one of the most amazing political events that I have ever seen. Certainly, it was one I never expected to see. Speaking to an overflow crowd of 32,000 strong, a man of African descent acknowledged becoming the standard bearer of his party for the most powerful office in the world, and gave one of the most rousing speeches I have ever heard.
Today, I felt like my old boss. That moment, that crowd, and that amazing speech were footnotes to the big story of the day: Hillary didn't concede.