Looking at Each Other In Wonderment

The closing ceremonies are over; the flame extinguished. When that flame went out with a haunting Neil Young singing, I think something in my heart broke a little.
We may be labled as tacky, cheesy, and completely unsophisticated by some. Ok, maybe some of us DID seem a little Happy Gilmorish at some of the events. But we were real. Proud. Full of sheer and utter elation to be such an integral part of something that was bigger than us.

But that feeling of being so proud your heart could burst is slowly dwindling. We become our quiet, respectful, polite selves once again. The flag is taken off our cars; the faces painted with our country's symbol are less and less. The tragedies, triumphs, danger, adversity, and joy will soon become nothing but a faded memory.

But that's the stuff that legends are made of.