As the father of two young boys, one already in Kindergarten, I can’t help but feel helpless seeing American schoolkids murdered in their classrooms on a monthly basis. “Thoughts and prayers” are running thin.
Columbine happened when I was in high school. I remember discussing it with my English class. Most of us wrote it off by arguing that the kids responsible were “just crazy.” Colorado was too far away, and it never really registered. We went on being high school kids.
Flash forward twenty years: I’m a dad now, and I’m at a PTA event in the auditorium of my old elementary school where I was a turtle in the Christmas play. The speaker interrupts bingo night to solicit donations to construct a solid wooden fence around the playground to “protect the perimeter” of the school.
What happened? No, seriously, what happened?

Back in October, I wrote