I made my last delivery as a bike messenger to Washington, D.C.’s Navy Yard in 2002. I rode up to the front gate at 8th and M St. SW, showed the security guard my ID, which then he handed it back to me and I was on my way. Read More Why Do We Call These Shootings Senseless?
Do you ever feel like the news just keeps repeating itself? I mean, if it bleeds, it leads, but I’m beginning to notice a pattern of something a little deeper here. Let’s see if you see the same thing.