If you bicycle and you can make out the white bike amidst the flowers and candles you know what this is. A boy on his bike was hit by a car and killed on Easter in the crosswalk at an intersection near my house. He was thrown 100 feet. The car, a Mercedes Benz, did not stop.
Did. Not. Stop.
Friends of the boy, who would have graduated from high school this June, keep the flowers fresh and the candles lit.
I pass by this corner every day.
Then there was this on Patriots' Day in Boston.
Not in my neighborhood, but it still seems to matter.
More people were probably killed in Damascus that day. But
But
I have nothing to follow that but.
And then this.
There is so little I can do about any of this but at least I try not to buy new clothes.