The convention comes to a climax this morning. It is election time. Contested election time. You can feel the sense of expectation. There is a bit of pomp and circumstance. As casual as I can be, I also like to go through rituals. They remind you that there have been those before and there will be those after. The ballots are cast and counted. And for the first time in the history of the organization, a woman has won a contested election. The underhorse has pulled an upset.

I don't smile until I determine that I am not hallucinating and she actually has won. I am beaming as I leave the convention center, leave the hotel, and leave Vancouver B.C.