This week I’m taking a break from my usual rantings, sometimes generously referred to as a humor column. Instead, here’s a little reflection on why one week in January gave me a lot to think about.
It began on a Friday at the Indiana State Museum, where I gazed in awe at originals of both the Emancipation Proclamation and the 13th Amendment. Having just seen the movie “Lincoln,” the experience was even more meaningful.
People around me were chatting about how old the documents were, but I didn’t have that sense. When I was about 6, one of my elementary school teachers invited an elderly man to speak to our class. He must have been close to 100 years old because he told us that as a child, he heard President Abraham Lincoln speak in 1862. This story is not only evidence of how old I am but also how young this country is. And the rest of my weekend was more proof of this.