A part of me wishes I wrote some prolonged discourse about Barack Obama upon his election.  Couldn’t I have pulled my lips from the wine glass for one second to capture my feelings on this historic event? Will my daughters and granddaughters not come to this blog, expecting a love letter to our new president, complete with a Ken-Burnsesque slideshow?

Sorry, Progeny. For now, this is all I can muster:

On the other end of that determined gaze? The financial crisis.