My mother-in-law and I watched tonight. As the crowd gathered in front of the White House, waving flags, chanting and singing, I asked her what happened when word came that Hitler was dead.
She was almost 20 at the time. She didn't recall.
"We all went downtown when the war ended," she said. "But I don't know about when Hitler died."
I suspect there has never been a night like tonight, when the people of a networked world learned of the death of a monster and then had to figure out how to react.
A night of accomplishment. A night of justice. A night of satisfaction.
A night of joy?
Some questions may best be answered with contemplative silence.
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