(Week of the Boston marathon bombing tragedy)
On the way to work, trying to untangle the mess of sad information in the news today and this week, and I looked up and down the subway car, taking in a Hispanic family, a young orthodox Jewish couple, a couple of Middle Eastern fellas. There was a sleepy teenage black girl in a purple velour jogging suit leaning against me, as we all watched an old man sing and play his badly tuned guitar. We were all happy together, me - this kid from small town Kansas - and all these other folks. I wish you could have seen it. I really do.
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