It was a lovely summer-like day here today. It was a day filled with carefree gardening and the casual running of errands...or at least it was supposed to be. Oh, the gardening got done and the errands were run, but nothing about today was carefree.
Oh...a big part of it was the unending hum of helicopters overhead. This isn't an exaggeration. There was not a moment today that was not accompanied by the thrum of rotors in the sky. As I sit here typing this tonight, I can hear them even now.
Well, here's why.
Small towns are supposed to be safe places - and they are. Intellectually I know that this is an aberration, unlikely ever to happen here again.
In my heart I feel sick - and worried for my kids.