Tonight, I leave the state once again to be with my extended family — a trip I never expected to make. On Saturday, I lost my 15-year-old cousin Daniel, who was a sophomore in high school.
A reporter from the Cleveland Plain Dealer wrote a touching story about the tragedy and how Daniel’s classmates responded at their homecoming dance, a few hours after he died. Until a few years ago, his family lived in San Francisco. My uncle taught at USF.
I plan to log on when I can, and possibly post some new material. Steve Weinberg has written another thoughtful essay, which will be up in the next day or two. But if I’m slow to respond or moderate a comment between now and Monday, you’ll know why.