I cannot think of a “more perfect” (to steal a few words, appropriately I think, and grammatically incorrect though they might be, from the preamble to the Constitution) way to have ushered in what I hope will be a new era of tolerance, peace, and respect for all people than to listen to Aretha Franklin sing “My Country Tis Of Thee,” followed shortly by an arrangement by the man who wrote the piece of music to which we left our wedding ceremony of a song that was sung at the same ceremony, all the while holding my son in my arms as he snuggled up against me and watched intently.