I’ll begin by saying that I did not get a ticket. I’m stipulating that right up front, because I know some of you smart-alecks are going to ask. I haven’t had a ticket, in fact, since I accidentally tapped a crossing guard with the front end of my Volkswagen in high school. And he had …
It was a scene we’ve witnessed before, from the safety of our living rooms and offices: a school building that has become a slaughterhouse, and scores of police officers arrayed outside, waiting for . . . something, for orders perhaps, or for the specially trained tactical units, or perhaps just for the shooting to stop, …
