As a kid, I can remember this time when everything I’d heard about nuclear war sort of coalesced into this one awful thought: it could happen at any time. We learned about duck and cover in school, and the take-home message for me at the time was that an attack could come with absolutely no warning.
Of course, it never did, and schools have mostly gone on to prepare for other disasters. Like, for instance, a mentally unstable person stalking the hallways with the intent of hurting children.
I’m thinking ahead to talking to Riley about what happened in Connecticut this morning, and feeling heavy about his world where kids have to worry about the reality — not the vague theoretical possibility, but the reality — of gunmen stepping into their classrooms to open fire, and god damn, aren’t we just a screwed-up species sometimes.
Thinking of you, too, my Internet friends, and your families, and the families and children in Newtown. What a terrible day.