March for our Lives Report 800,000 people feels like a lot—feels like you’re a bean in a jar full mixed beans and the closer you get to the bottom of the jar the more you can feel the weight of the other beans pushing down on you. We had moved deep inside the crowd to…

My Westside Story I was on the radio, dispatching tag-out instructions to an overhead-electric maintenance crew, when my co-worker opened the door, and with a trembling voice told me, “Danny. There’s been a shooting at Westside.” I grabbed the nearest phone and called home. When their mother answered, I asked with held breath, “Where are…

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