Events of the past few months have been weighing heavily on many of us, I fear. The pandemic some of us knew was coming has kept us cooped up in our homes, if for no other reason than most places we would like to go – places we would meet for breakfast, parks where we would jog and picnic, or cubicles where we would work – have been closed.
There’s been a bit of discussion lately about a lost respect for police. In furtherance of that discussion, consider Exhibit A.
It’s Christmas. You need a Christmas tree, but every tree retailer in the county is sold out.
On the other hand, there are some really nice specimens growing in the national park. Sure, there are laws against cutting trees in the park forest, but you tell yourself it’s really a victimless crime. You take the tree home, decorate it, and gather friends and family to celebrate the festive day.
A congresswoman in Arizona, movie-goers in Colorado, Sikhs in Wisconsin, mall shoppers in California and Washington. Unfortunately, I could go on. Sons and daughters in Afghanistan.
“These were BABIES. There’s just no comparison,” a friend said of last Friday’s mass shooting in a Newport, CT, school. Continue reading “Wall to wall, throughout the day”