It's an historic day in Scotland. Voters will go to the polls to decide if Scotland should be an independent country.
Granted, new countries form. It's a done thing. But it's not a done thing in the United Kingdom. The ceremony was televised when Hong Kong was handed back to China in 1997. I watched intently. I was a newly-minted college graduate living in a studio apartment in Baltimore at the time. Ick. But, I digress.
I was nerdily fascinated to watch an ancient contract expire (perhaps a nod to my future law career) and to watch the United Kingdom change (as I am an unabashed Anglophile).
I also used to live in Ireland -- the Republic of Ireland, that is. To be there is to learn by osmosis of the history and pride of their hard-earned independence from Great Britain. It's also nice to be in a packed pub in Galway and announce that your grandmother was a Kelly -- and to have the entire pub cheer and raise their glasses to you. (That happened.)
And so, it's on my mind that I am proudly part Scottish. My mom's grandmother was a Scot -- a MacDonald, in fact.
In other words, I can't wait to see what the results are.
Sawyer wants to know, too.
Hoping that you feel interested and independent today.