The Woolsey Fire burned nearly all the vegetation on the hills surrounding our home. One of the surprises in the aftermath of the fire is discovering the things that have been completely obscured by brush for years, such as this car wreck which is just below the ridgeline. My wife Rodi and our trusty dog Luna hiked straight up the steep hill to get this view of the long lost car.
I used to think after each horrific shooting that now -finally – something would have to be done.
Each event seemed more terrible than the last. Surely murdering kindergarteners would bring people together to demand change. Surely cutting down teenagers in their classrooms would make people say enough is enough. Surely mowing down a crowd in a Las Vegas plaza would lead people to cry out for this senseless violence to stop. Continue reading “Time to admit owning 40% of the world’s guns is wrong”