My mother spent a few of her formative years in Squirrel Hill.
As a girl she used to run errands for her neighbors; one told her to tell the baker she needed "a helluva challah for Horowitz."
So terrorism hits close to home again---I was born in Pittsburgh, and spent a lot of time there as a DJ. Mum worked every hospital and critical care facility in the greater Pittsburgh metro area; I know, I drove her to work.
I'm appalled by the level of damage one demented maniac can do, but the aftermath is always worse.
I'm sick of the finger pointing, the wailing cries for gun control, when they truth is painfully self evident.
One ABC News story ended with some fathead city councilwoman whining, "Do we have to be armed at the grocery store? Where does it end?"
The answers are simple, but not what people want to hear---YOU ARE NOT SAFE! Safety is a myth, there is only mitigation of risk. These things happen to people who believe it can't happen to them.
The most unpalatable truth is these random acts of violence will continue, until you put a stop to the demented maniacs.
Root out the monsters before they strike, as you eliminate whatever made these monsters.
Navy SeAL Chris Kyle said his father told him there are only three kinds of people; sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs.
Kyle was murdered by a man he was trying to help; if it can happen to a SeAL, it can happen to you.