And Now, Oak Creek
The list just keeps getting longer. The faces all look the same. There's a haunted look peering out beneath turbans. It's all too familiar to me. I see it in the mirror. Someone took issue with something and decided to solve his problems with weaponry. Regular people went about doing regular things and met bullets. It's just not right. I was doing better and better, figuring out where to put the Aurora feelings and then I got off the plane and read the headlines. That little box in the corner of my self, the one that holds most of the hurt, the one I could keep mostly closed most of the time, that box isn't as little any more. And the lid is harder and harder to keep down. TBG reminded me later in the afternoon that, in fact, he'd tried to tell me that someone had leaked something to the LA Times about the shooter and a plea deal and the death penalty but that I'd begged him to change the subject before I went to sleep and so we talked about the ...