I’m 46 years old, and if you had told me two years ago that Barack Obama would be the Democratic nominee for President in 2008 and leading in the polls by five to nine percentage points, I would have thought you were crazy. I’m only 10 months younger than Barack Obama, and like Obama, I grew up mostly on the West Coast, merging in between ethnic and racial groups as a result of having a Brazilian father.
"Impossible!" I would have said two years ago. So what’s my problem now? With Obama winning the nomination over the inevitable nominee—a former First Lady with the fattest Rolodex in Democratic politics—do I now expect too much? Maybe, but I don’t think so.