I can't get the thought out of my head.
Or the tune, either.
It was the song that introduced my kids each day to a little bit of calm in a world spinning wildly off its axis.
Now more than ever.
Ever since I heard about the shooting at the Tree of Life Synagogue in Pittsburgh Saturday morning, I have been thinking about a single person.
A beacon of light - and civility - in an angry world.
And a song that became his badge.
Fred Rogers lived in the very same Squirrel Hill neighborhood where this latest gun atrocity took place.
Yes, that Fred Rogers.
A mass shooting took place in Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood.
Yesterday I wrote about that confluence of events, a mass shooting and the many life lessons imparted from a a gentleman who embodied the notion of being a "gentle man."
I was left basically with this question as we again mourn those we lost, ponder how this could have happened, and plot a new path to insure what we all know will most assuredly happen again does not.
It's pretty simple, really.
Won't you be my neighbor?
It's today's editorial.
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