Yesterday I posted about what bracha to make over voting. Last night, as I walked down the streets of Harlem, and witnessed the celebrations, the dancing in the streets, and the tears on the faces of young and old, and the words of an extraordinary man booming from out every open car and apartment window, I too spontaneously broke out into prayer. I made the bracha of She-hechiyanu, and I can’t recall ever having more kavana than last night. God bless America.