Speaking of blowing the arms off of children, I inadvertently drove through Newtown and Sandy Hook itself this weekend. I didn't look at a map and never realized my GPS was going to take me that way.
I felt as if I was driving through Derry, Maine. It was a very chilling experience. I passed an ice cream stand and only a, well, perhaps, sociopath, wouldn't get tears in their eyes. Because almost definitely ever child who died terrified and screaming that day, had been there previously, laughing and feeling excited over ice cream. Then there was a "comic cave" that I bet a lot of them were in.
The town itself was creepy. I think it is still there. I also passed the Newtown police department twice. I couldn't stop staring in there. Whoever those guys were before Sandy Hook, they are different people afterwards. The men and women who walked into that school that day will never be seen again, because the people who walked out were not the same people. They saw things and smelled things that the rest of us have the luxury of turning our minds and eyes away from.
Oh, and I thought of you.