Just about the time nothing will amaze me anymore, something does. The only difference between these two boys and Loeb and Leopold is the available technology and all thing on which to throw fault. It was the boys who pulled the triggers and threw the bombs. It was their parents who watched at a distance and were too busy to see the road ahead. There is really no fault beyond that.

I believe I can't save the world so I'll save my sons by being here when I'm needed and nudge them to the path when I see them off their course. If I can save them then maybe by example I will help to save another. Thats what life is, an endless selection of choices and it all comes back to personal responsibility and proper choices. (I hate to sound like that insufferable, insensative Harpy Dr. Laura, but in this very rare case she is correct.)

If I could ease the pain a little with a song I'd choose "Turning Toward the Morning" and "In the Garden"

Don