I was in Washington DC at Regan airport at 6:30 AM January 25 standing in the curbside check-in line for my flight to LAX. This was the morning before the anticipated biggest snow fall in a hundred years. The lines inside the airport were twice as long as normal so the freezing cold outside was preferable.
That's an easy, simple truth. It can't be politicized, analyzed or reduced to anything other than what it is: reality. My brother is dead because of a gun. You can lump him into a statistic. You can break down the circumstances. But at the end of the day, what can I really say that will call you to action?