On Monday at midnight, the city of Cambridge did something quietly radical: it started handing out marriage licenses to gay couples.
The rest of Massachusetts followed nine hours later, but Cambridge—ever the precocious overachiever—got there first.
And guess what?
The sky didn’t split open. The social fabric didn’t unweave itself. God did not hurl us into a lake of fire with our poodles and baristas.
In fact, life is great.
When was the last time the front page of your paper featured glowing, ecstatic faces? When was the last time the news felt like a celebration?
Because that morning, it did. Brides and grooms, laughing and crying on the steps of City Hall, living out a dream that had been denied for far too long. And it wasn’t chaos. It wasn’t moral decay. It was orderly, joyful, profoundly American.
