I’m not there but I know people who are. It could have been our sons, our daughters in that concert, that football stadium, those bars. They were someone’s sons and daughters, someone’s, mums, dads, friends. And so were the killers.
Years ago I went through a phase of reading all of Bruce Chatwin’s books…starting with The Song Lines. I loved not just the travel, but his reflections on his experience. He used Moleskine notebooks on his travels and I aspired to have Moleskines as part of my life. It wasn’t until some 10 years later … Read more