chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Yesterday a nineteen year old - much teased at the high school where Chris teaches, scrawled on the mirror of the boys' bathroom"The bomb will go off at 3:00. All survivors will be shot." Of course the threat was taken seriously, with police search and evacuations - the young man under arrest after confessing. There was no bomb. I think about the threat of violence in schools (and everywhere) - of the fragility of sanity and civilization. The red bud tree across the street burst into bloom last night - literally - pink for the first time first day of March.
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