Gun control. Violence in our country’s classrooms. The right to bear arms. Adequate mental health services. All the bees that have been flying around in my head concerning the tragedy at Virginia Tech a week ago were silenced, really, when I found out that someone I knew and loved, someone I worked with at the holiest place on earth, Camp Glisson… someone that was kind and intelligent and creative…was one of the professors that was killed last Monday.
So the debates on gun control and parenting and bullying and rights and amendments and all that crap? Shove it. File 13. My friend Jaime, who once for reasons I have long since forgotten gave me a tennis ball with the word Nermal (and subsequent Nermals I and II when the campers dropped them in the pool or got them too muddy to handle) written on it in marker, is dead. That’s enough to wrap my mind around for one day. I’ll let the rest of you sort all that other rubbish.
The link above in the title is to Jaime’s artwork…amazing stuff.