All The Scattered Things

Guns, gangs and government. Every once in a while, I just have to dump my notebook so I can pretend to have a life.

I’m in a car somewhere between Hershey and Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania listening to Billy Joel while my wife drives to Massachusetts. I’m on my way to the sadly-anticipated funeral of my beloved aunt Kay White, to stand with my family and be reminded how our lives are valued by the people we touch. I need to talk to my father and my sisters and my other …