The first time I heard Obama speak was on an iPod. The old touch-wheel type — remember those? — and I’d downloaded a bunch of speeches from the 2004 Democratic National Convention. And his, it made the hairs on my neck stand up. It gave me goosebumps. Tears in my eyes. It made me believe. Believe that maybe there were politicians out there that legitimately believed in the promise of America. My then-wife, Carolyn, and I listened to it, and I said, “That guy is going to be President someday.”

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