Work brings me to Lancaster, PA this evening. As I write this, I'm situated about ten miles as the crow flies from Nickel Mines, the small Amish town that fell victim yesterday to that monster who tied up and shot ten little girls, the youngest being six, killing five of them.
The entire local news was devoted to the crime and its aftermath. The Amish are a very inward people and shun, apparently, attention from the outside world. I feel for them in a number of ways.
My guess is the town is plagued with tourists today. But I'll not be one of them. They need to heal without people gawking at them.
For me, it's on to Philadelphia in the morning.
... those poor kids ...