The Herald Bulletin, Anderson, Indiana

Your humble blogger is aghast at the media pundits this morning, as they hammer away at the political implications of the Democratic Convention's first night. While they're all, to a greater or lesser extent, tipping their hats to the appearance of Sen. Ted Kennedy, mere weeks after being diagnosed with brain cancer.

My friends, you saw history last night. My father died of brain cancer, and I can tell you it is a debilitating thief that steals dignity and destroys life inches at a time. To see Ted Kennedy even show up at the convention in Denver would've been startling. But to see him beat that barrel chest of his and roar as he did meant more than it might have appeared.

It meant that the dream, as he said, does indeed live on, echoing one of his greatest speeches. But it also meant that the days of the Kennedys and their effect on American history is waning, and we won't see their like again.

And if Kennedy does show up in January, as he said, it will be an absolute miracle of medicine. Watch closely, my friends. We're heading into uncharted historical territory.