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November 11, 2009



You expressed yourself so well, Laurie. I've been able to compartmentalize those dreadful weeks, but the feelings will never completely leave me. Funny how they remain so fresh in our collective memory. About this time last year, I had a mysterious, uneasy feelings and then was reminded about the "anniversary" of the sniper shootings. I don't think any of us will find real closure.

karey m.

ok. so i thought i loved the one above this post. about sarah being your present from the internet and how hard is it to find friends who hold beers and walk at the same time after college and i really did crack up at samm in disguise. had to read it twice, in fact.

but this one? i don't even know where to start with my favorite parts in this one. that g. stein quote was on my desk in jordan. and life getting grayer? yes. and all the rest? yes yes.

your writing is...i'm going to regret my lack of good words here...thoughtful. truthful.

and just to make you laugh, i'll tell you mornin'. your words are like oatmeal to me. they stick with me all day. so i don't really need to eat or read anything else. xoxo. well done here. really.


I was horrified during those few weeks - the crimes were upsetting but the craziness of the general public was unbelievable. People who nearly crashed their cars because they were weaving and bobbing their heads while driving. People who squealed and wept at the sight of a white van. I just - I can't relate.

I live in the nation's capital. I work in a major landmark. I am not afraid. (Well, let me take that back for a minute. I was afraid when there were 17-year-olds with large automatic rifles everywhere I looked, but I was told those National Guardsmen were there for my protection.)

When my time comes, it will come. Those who love me will stricken (one assumes) whether I'm taken out by a bomb while I work, or by a stroke when I'm ninety. [Oh, but if the fates are listening, I would prefer not to bring anthrax home to my family, thankyewverymuch.]

I have one big lingering doubt about these events, and that's Malvo. While yes, he participated in a terrible crime, I can't shake the feeling that he's a boy who was influenced by a madman. I'm sad that ten people died, three were wounded, and we couldn't save them. And I'm sad that as a society, we couldn't save Malvo's life, either.

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