Barack Obama visage is everywhere. His relaxed and comfortable - even beatific - is omnipresent smile. So are his irrepressibly cute girls and their mother together. C is an air of something big, something significant, something electric to explode on us. I was in New York, Los Angeles, and Washington in recent weeks Philadelphia. In these cities, at least, you can not watch the news, go hawkers selling t-shirts, or browse the magazine racks at the grocery store and not feel good about our next president, his family and our nation future.