On A More Somber Note . . .

Denver was not all joy and light. On Friday, I was walking to an event with some of my beer friends. One of them wasn't saying much and he looked upset. I asked him if he was okay. "I'm just worried," he said. "The economy." I knew what he meant. We're all worried and frightened.

When I was in Denver I sense a mood of -- finality. That once we all headed for home, well, it might be awhile before we see each other again. The economy is so unsettled. Life feels so --- fragile. The world feels fragile.

But in this dark moment, I hope all of us, separated by miles, will be united in hope and courage. That's what will light the way.