New Meaning To That Last Target Trip

If you’ve had one conversation about yesterday’s shooting at the Ward Parkway Center, you probably talked about the last time you were there. For me, it was late Saturday, when I went to sign up last-minute for the Trolley Run.

A good friend of mine was volunteering, directing the other procrastinators where they needed to go to fill out paperwork and get their T-shirts. The store rented out by the Trolley Run was full of good-intentioned people giving up their Saturday to make sure other people who had put off signing up could still run. It’s goddamned frightening to imagine that, if that lunatic had started shooting 24 hours earlier, my friend and the other volunteers may have been among the victims. And it’s goddamned frightening to think that the victims were just as innocent, just as undeserving of someone’s fucked-in-the-head act.