Summer New (Hiroshima) Moon
Jon and Jen teach in the Aurora Public School system. Their home and this hotel are on the northern edge of Denver which abuts Aurora.
As I ate breakfast this morning, the news flashed images from a shooting at a theatre. 12 dead. 64 injured. I kept watching for a location but they never gave one.
Returned to the room, fired up the computer, headed over to Refdesk and, whoa. Aurora, Colorado. Right here. Where we are. If Ruth and Gabe were a bit older, it might have been a movie choice for us. Unlikely we would have ended up in that theatre, but that it would have been possible? Chilling.
My mind hopped, as I’m sure many others will, to Littleton, a southern suburb of Denver where the Columbine shootings occurred.
When you’re a predator, you go where the prey is. Our dogs spend hours, sometimes whole days circling our far garden shed, digging, barking, trying to get at the rabbits and mice that use the space underneath it to breed.
If you’re a student predator, you go to a school. If you’re adult, you might head to McDonald’s or to a workplace or to a crowded movie theatre.
The Dark Knight Rises. The killer dressed in black, had a gas mask and came into the theatre in a cloud of smoke, a gas he dispersed. Again, chilling.
