I've never seen any thing like it. I'll never again see anything like it.

And I'm not one to say never.

From my girl Jennifer Hudson's rousing rendition of the National Anthem, complete with bombs bursting in air, fireworks that exploded from the top of the columns and the top of Invesco Field after Barack Obama's jaw-dropping acceptance speech, I was left with aching bones, weeping eyes, and a hopeful heart.

It's official. Barack Obama is the first African American Democratic nominee for the President of the United States of America.

In an abbreviated roll call vote, Hillary Clinton, surrounded by her delegation, a lot of cameras, and alongside David Patterson, the first African American governor of New York, declared Barack Obama the nominee by acclamation on the convention floor. There were tears in her eyes. As there were when she voted for Barack Obama on the first ballot earlier in the day.

I am proud to admit I was wrong.

The "keynote" speech you didn't see.

While the cynics passing themselves as journalists bantered on and on about how the Democrats weren't offering their viewers any "red meat" by attacking John McCain head on, Montana governor Brian Schweitzer was at the podium serving up big fat slices of prime rib.

Each morning the delegations meet to discuss convention business. After this morning's meeting, we voted for the Nomination for President of the United States of America on the official ballot. The Maine ballot was two pages. Here's the first, which includes my vote for Barack Obama.

History.

The night belonged to Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton. In her much-anticipated headline speech, she did what she had to do, and did it well.

But because she has earned so much mistrust among so many people, within minutes, people in the auditorium and across the blogosphere were picking apart her words, suggesting that she didn't go far enough to repudiate her own statements during the campaign that Barack Obama isn't ready to be President. I disagree.

There are times when you just can't put your thoughts and feelings into words because you have been moved too far beyond them.

Last night was one of those times. Michelle Obama (re)introduced herself and her family to the American people in a presentation that made me weep.

I arrived safely. No small feat given the three-hour delay on my connecting fight in Chicago due to engine trouble on the Boeing 777.

Almost the entire plane was full of convention goers. All of us were frustrated. It was bad enough the flight into Chicago from Portland had to sit on the runway for 45 minutes while we waited for our gate to open up. When we finally touched down in Denver, I almost applauded. Remember when people did that?