Yesterday was a nice Friday. Busy around the condo for most of the time and then ended the day with a fun Final Friday Frolic gathering in the building. These informal parties started about six months ago and it gives us all a nice chance to get to know one another and see each other aside from in the garage or the elevator.
We came home and I had time to read a few chapters in a book before getting ready for bed. It was while in the bedroom, about 10:15, with the local news in the background that I heard a quick story. Few details.
A four year old boy shot dead in his home with a gun someone kept in his home. Further details would be provided as the story develops. I glanced up to see a photograph of a darling little boy.
My thoughts immediately flew to our four grandsons....and what fun they were as little guys. Four year olds.....doing four year old things. Still interested in Match Box cars, Play Doh, play dates and ice cream. Sleep-overs at our house. Pancakes for breakfast. Cuddling up for a story. Watching cartoons on television.
Four year old stuff.
So yes.....let's all talk again about the sadness and violence in our cities. Let's all argue again about what the framers of our Constitution meant when they decided citizens should form a "well armed militia" and had the right to carry guns. Yes...let's all just keep talking.
We visted Iceland two weeks ago. A very interesting trip and very informative. I had no idea about its history or culture or fascinating geology. On a city-walking tour our guide was very informative and at one point explained that we would not see policemen or police cars in the streets of Reykjavik. If we wanted to see armed guards of any kind we could walk over to the United States Embassy. They weren't needed on the streets of the city because basically there is no crime. The police are there when called....but they don't have to patrol anywhere. Imagine that.
So yes....let's all talk. Really. FOUR YEARS OLD.
Dead.
I tossed and turned for hours.
No comments:
Post a Comment