Not having children, the horror the parents in Uvalde Texas are going through is doubly unimaginable. But then I thought of this picture of myself. And what it would have been like for my parents to learn this face, my brains, my heart had been blown to bits by a psychopath with a gun. I look at this picture and think about the life I’ve been blessed to have led, and all the friendships and loves and music that would not exist if America was as fucked up in 1967 as it is now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m aware it was pretty fucked up then as well. And those who see this happening week after week, year after year, and still fight against common sense gun laws? I don’t recognize them as fellow humans. Who are they? What happened to them? What were they taught? Churches, temples, supermarkets, elementary school...there is no place that’s safe. I often find myself sadly resigned to the idea that me and most everyone I know will die violently in the coming years. Today I am going to see a play and a musical. Simple joys that the grandmother in a supermarket parking lot in Buffalo and the child in a classroom in Uvalde will never experience now. And so today I have to consider myself to be the luckiest man on earth. But I am scared of tomorrow. x Marc