by William Skink
I don’t know what to say. I’ve been trying to think of what to say, but I don’t know what to say.
I went to the lake this weekend. A perennial complaint from my better half is my time spent staring into the screen of my goddamn phone. So I tried to limit access, yet every time I made the online rounds, bang, some new bombshell exploded.
Thursday night, after the family settles in to the cabin, I check my phone to see some berserker dude in a truck killed dozens of people in France, latest count, 84.
The next day, after kayaking and exploring Philipsburg, I check the phone (which I consciously didn’t bring with me) and see there is an ongoing military coup in Turkey.
Saturday I notice a local scare when I see a news report on Facebook about a friend of a friend’s teen daughter gone missing. The situation is ongoing.
Then we pack it up Sunday, and by the conclusion of our trip home I see that 3 cops have been killed in Baton Rouge, one suspect dead, others at large.
I don’t know what to say.