I was reviewing the Facebook postings from family and friends about the Orioles and was reminded of a question someone asked last week--
When should we go all in for the Orioles?
My response-- two months ago!
-- Bob Doan, writing from Denver, CO
Friday, September 7, 2012
Simply O's
I was planning to do another blog on out the hotel window--but the O's played the Yankees last evening--and won what was the most important game in the past 15 years! And now tonight's game is the most important game in that same span.
OMG--it is September and the Orioles are playing to win the division for the first time since 1997.
Am I excited?
Yes. This is the first time the Orioles have been playing for the post season since I've been a season ticket holder. They are tied for the second best record in the American league.
I can't wrap my head around it. Neither can my family.
Whether they actually make the playoffs or not is almost immaterial--but I have been wishing for a beltway World Series between the National and the Orioles, just because both teams deserve the recognition.
I have some of the tickets for post season games--but I fear I will go broke supporting the resurgent O's which are arguably, one of the best teams in baseball.
How can I possibly miss a game?
I can't.
How can I not fly to Tampa for the season finale when the O's will likely secure a post season playoff spot, or not.
I saw on TV that over 46,000 people were in the Yards last night--and it made me happy that Baltimore, one of the premier baseball towns in America was back with a swagger.
I read a Yankee blog and it seems that Yankee fans know the Orioles are for real. They are panicked!
Can the O's really win the AL East? Or even wild card. Remember, at the beginning of the season they were predicted to lose more than 100 games and be worse than the Houston Astros? The Astros have already been mathematically eliminated from post-season play--the only team in baseball with that distinction and they are on track to lose about 110 games. I feel bad for their fans--I've supported a team that has been there.
My what a few months will do.
O's.
However it ends, the ride has been great and I love baseball.
-- Bob Doan, Writing from Denver, CO
OMG--it is September and the Orioles are playing to win the division for the first time since 1997.
Am I excited?
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| Camden Yards from Pickle's Pub |
Yes. This is the first time the Orioles have been playing for the post season since I've been a season ticket holder. They are tied for the second best record in the American league.
I can't wrap my head around it. Neither can my family.
Whether they actually make the playoffs or not is almost immaterial--but I have been wishing for a beltway World Series between the National and the Orioles, just because both teams deserve the recognition.
I have some of the tickets for post season games--but I fear I will go broke supporting the resurgent O's which are arguably, one of the best teams in baseball.
How can I possibly miss a game?
I can't.
How can I not fly to Tampa for the season finale when the O's will likely secure a post season playoff spot, or not.
I saw on TV that over 46,000 people were in the Yards last night--and it made me happy that Baltimore, one of the premier baseball towns in America was back with a swagger.
I read a Yankee blog and it seems that Yankee fans know the Orioles are for real. They are panicked!
Can the O's really win the AL East? Or even wild card. Remember, at the beginning of the season they were predicted to lose more than 100 games and be worse than the Houston Astros? The Astros have already been mathematically eliminated from post-season play--the only team in baseball with that distinction and they are on track to lose about 110 games. I feel bad for their fans--I've supported a team that has been there.
My what a few months will do.
O's.
However it ends, the ride has been great and I love baseball.
-- Bob Doan, Writing from Denver, CO
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Sleeping Away from Home
Something that seems to elude me when traveling is good sleep.
I enjoy some aspects of traveling--especially changing timezones so that the end of the Orioles game is at 8PM, or the end of a nighttime football game is right at my 10PM bedtime.
But then the fun begins--finding the best way to enjoy the bed provided to me for sleep.
I think that most of the problem is that I am alone--and so I have too much space to fill. Chris is not next to me and neither is Makayla nor the cats. While this should be an advantage, it seems that it isn't.
It is too quiet and too still.
There is no reassuring breathing (or panting in the case of Makayla) to create the sounds that mean sleep to me. I can't feel me bed mates struggling to carve out their own piece of the bed.
I am alone with a lot of space to fill.
And pillows--seemingly a multitude of pillows, yet none exactly like the ones that I am comfortable wrapping my arms around or placing my head upon.
And it is too hot or too cold.
No matter where the thermostat is set--it is wrong at some time. I find I like my hotel room a bit warmer than the default temperature. But even though I set the thermostat for the same temperature as home--it is not right.
I sleep. But in spurts.
I check the clock constantly. Sometimes on the half hour hoping that I had slept and it is time to get started on the day.
But no--it usually doesn't happen.
And that brings the weird dreams. Like last night when I was riding a bicycle with a flat tire, double with Chris, and we stopped at a gas station for air where they were fishing and a some professional soccer players were having their cars fixed before heading off to soccer training camp. Someone needed a boat to go fishing in the river, where the air pump was.
Really, I can't make this stuff up--well, I guess I did.
-- Bob Doan, Writing from Denver, CO
I enjoy some aspects of traveling--especially changing timezones so that the end of the Orioles game is at 8PM, or the end of a nighttime football game is right at my 10PM bedtime.
But then the fun begins--finding the best way to enjoy the bed provided to me for sleep.
I think that most of the problem is that I am alone--and so I have too much space to fill. Chris is not next to me and neither is Makayla nor the cats. While this should be an advantage, it seems that it isn't.
It is too quiet and too still.
There is no reassuring breathing (or panting in the case of Makayla) to create the sounds that mean sleep to me. I can't feel me bed mates struggling to carve out their own piece of the bed.
I am alone with a lot of space to fill.
And pillows--seemingly a multitude of pillows, yet none exactly like the ones that I am comfortable wrapping my arms around or placing my head upon.
And it is too hot or too cold.
No matter where the thermostat is set--it is wrong at some time. I find I like my hotel room a bit warmer than the default temperature. But even though I set the thermostat for the same temperature as home--it is not right.
I sleep. But in spurts.
I check the clock constantly. Sometimes on the half hour hoping that I had slept and it is time to get started on the day.
But no--it usually doesn't happen.
And that brings the weird dreams. Like last night when I was riding a bicycle with a flat tire, double with Chris, and we stopped at a gas station for air where they were fishing and a some professional soccer players were having their cars fixed before heading off to soccer training camp. Someone needed a boat to go fishing in the river, where the air pump was.
Really, I can't make this stuff up--well, I guess I did.
-- Bob Doan, Writing from Denver, CO
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
What Does the Situation Warrant?
I committed a traffic infraction over the holiday weekend.
Yes, I admit it--I looked at the traffic situation and then did something the sign said not to do.
The situation:
About 10 AM on Monday, Labor Day near a mall outside of Williamsport, PA, we had made a quick potty and coffee stop at a Burger King off Interstate 180. At the intersection onto the road coming out of the shopping area was a sign--Right Turn Only. I, of course, needed to go left. There was no traffic on the road. Seriously, no one.
Why is this sign so absolute when there clearly are times when making a left turn is not a traffic issue. My guess is that during the busy part of the day, left turning vehicles back up into the shopping area creating congestion and fostering risky driving behaviors as people attempt to turn into tight traffic spaces. But, I don't know because we were the only car at the intersection.
Am I allowed to evaluate the situation and make a conscious decision that obeying the sign does not make sense?
The situation:
Nighttime, red traffic light. No other vehicles or headlights in sight. Anywhere!
Why am I waiting for the light to turn green? Yet, I do.
The situation:
Sitting at a red traffic light on a one way street in Ithaca, NY (Seneca and Tioga Street). Tioga does not cross Seneca at this point, the only turn is right and there, by definition cannot be any cross traffic or turning traffic--yet there is a "No Turn on Red" sign above the intersection.
Why is this turn not allowed?
The situation:
A STOP sign at an intersection with great view of the approaching vehicles when attempting a right turn.
Stop, or roll through treating the STOP more like a YIELD sign?
I confess, I am not really sure where this line of thought is headed--but I am pondering that question I heard many years ago:
Does a RED light make you STOP?
-- Bob Doan, Writing from Denver, CO
Yes, I admit it--I looked at the traffic situation and then did something the sign said not to do.
The situation:
About 10 AM on Monday, Labor Day near a mall outside of Williamsport, PA, we had made a quick potty and coffee stop at a Burger King off Interstate 180. At the intersection onto the road coming out of the shopping area was a sign--Right Turn Only. I, of course, needed to go left. There was no traffic on the road. Seriously, no one.
Why is this sign so absolute when there clearly are times when making a left turn is not a traffic issue. My guess is that during the busy part of the day, left turning vehicles back up into the shopping area creating congestion and fostering risky driving behaviors as people attempt to turn into tight traffic spaces. But, I don't know because we were the only car at the intersection.
Am I allowed to evaluate the situation and make a conscious decision that obeying the sign does not make sense?
The situation:
Nighttime, red traffic light. No other vehicles or headlights in sight. Anywhere!
Why am I waiting for the light to turn green? Yet, I do.
The situation:
Sitting at a red traffic light on a one way street in Ithaca, NY (Seneca and Tioga Street). Tioga does not cross Seneca at this point, the only turn is right and there, by definition cannot be any cross traffic or turning traffic--yet there is a "No Turn on Red" sign above the intersection.
Why is this turn not allowed?
The situation:
A STOP sign at an intersection with great view of the approaching vehicles when attempting a right turn.
Stop, or roll through treating the STOP more like a YIELD sign?
I confess, I am not really sure where this line of thought is headed--but I am pondering that question I heard many years ago:
Does a RED light make you STOP?
-- Bob Doan, Writing from Denver, CO
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Holiday Traffic Thoughts
I experienced the Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde of traffic situations this weekend trying to complete the trip first to, and then from Upstate NY.
First, I am happy that we (Chris, Makayla, and I) got away for the weekend to see family. So, if this sounds like complaining, it isn't. The traffic just was.
The trip to NY on Friday afternoon was an experience. The Baltimore beltway going north to I-83 was at a crawl for much of the way--and we departed at 12:30PM to attempt to miss the crush of late holiday travelers. Undaunted we continued on as we had expected such a mess.
Traveling north on I-83 still in Maryland we encountered the first of three major accidents we would experience along the way. As traffic slowed to a stop and emergency vehicles were passing us on the right we were able to extract ourselves form the highway onto a parallel road and get around the accident. We also saw a very nice policeman giving a frustrated driver a ticket for crossing the median in an attempt to reverse course. Total delay -- about 20 minutes.
Accident number two was in PA just before Harrisburg. The traffic stopped just past an exit ramp and I thought we were doomed. But, at least for a bit as the emergency vehicles were arriving, they were allowing two lanes of traffic by. I was amazed as I watched one ambulance arrive and take up one of the lanes of traffic just after we passed the scene. Delay: 15 minutes.
By now the frustration factor was rising in the car.
Clear sailing until Selinsgrove, PA. No accident, just slow traffic causing us to wait at every traffic light along that stretch of US 15. Delay: About 10 minutes.
At this point I think I am out of the woods because from there to Corning, NY (our first stop on the trip for dinner with Tim and Stephanie and their family) is usually a fast trip. But no, along Route 11 headed to PA 147 to join Interstate 180 for the swing through Williamsport, traffic is at a stop--I can see the turn, but it is not moving. 30 minutes later after a heated discussion in the car we head over the mountain and rejoin Route 15 and head north.
Original scheduled arrival time in Corning: 5PM. Actual arrival time: 6:30 PM. Ugh!
The return trip was a breeze by comparison. There was only one accident, along the Baltimore beltway where we slowed from 60mph to 40mph. Total driving time: 5h 30min. Even with the occasional rain we made great time screaming through everywhere we had waited on the trip north.
It is hard to believe the difference a couple of days can make.
-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD
First, I am happy that we (Chris, Makayla, and I) got away for the weekend to see family. So, if this sounds like complaining, it isn't. The traffic just was.
The trip to NY on Friday afternoon was an experience. The Baltimore beltway going north to I-83 was at a crawl for much of the way--and we departed at 12:30PM to attempt to miss the crush of late holiday travelers. Undaunted we continued on as we had expected such a mess.
Traveling north on I-83 still in Maryland we encountered the first of three major accidents we would experience along the way. As traffic slowed to a stop and emergency vehicles were passing us on the right we were able to extract ourselves form the highway onto a parallel road and get around the accident. We also saw a very nice policeman giving a frustrated driver a ticket for crossing the median in an attempt to reverse course. Total delay -- about 20 minutes.
Accident number two was in PA just before Harrisburg. The traffic stopped just past an exit ramp and I thought we were doomed. But, at least for a bit as the emergency vehicles were arriving, they were allowing two lanes of traffic by. I was amazed as I watched one ambulance arrive and take up one of the lanes of traffic just after we passed the scene. Delay: 15 minutes.
By now the frustration factor was rising in the car.
Clear sailing until Selinsgrove, PA. No accident, just slow traffic causing us to wait at every traffic light along that stretch of US 15. Delay: About 10 minutes.
At this point I think I am out of the woods because from there to Corning, NY (our first stop on the trip for dinner with Tim and Stephanie and their family) is usually a fast trip. But no, along Route 11 headed to PA 147 to join Interstate 180 for the swing through Williamsport, traffic is at a stop--I can see the turn, but it is not moving. 30 minutes later after a heated discussion in the car we head over the mountain and rejoin Route 15 and head north.
Original scheduled arrival time in Corning: 5PM. Actual arrival time: 6:30 PM. Ugh!
The return trip was a breeze by comparison. There was only one accident, along the Baltimore beltway where we slowed from 60mph to 40mph. Total driving time: 5h 30min. Even with the occasional rain we made great time screaming through everywhere we had waited on the trip north.
It is hard to believe the difference a couple of days can make.
-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD
Monday, September 3, 2012
Monday Musings - September 4, 2012
1. Happy Labor Day. Enjoy the holiday.
2. I was rereading my blog from September 2009 and I reflected on the item about trying to remind people that there were still baseball games to lose. This year, the Orioles are in the middle of a pennant race.
3. Writing of the Orioles--I am still pinching myself to be sure I am not dreaming especially after they won the series against the Yankees over the weekend.
4. Well, it is back to home today. I have a broken car to fix and a bunch of stuff to do before the holiday weekend ends.
5. Last evening, sitting around a bonfire as evening fell, I enjoyed watching the stars come out and looking for the satellites which were flying overhead. It was a beautiful, quiet evening.
6. I saw the Milky Way last night--something that does not happen where I live in Maryland.
7. The rabbit in the yard was spooked away by something just moments ago. I wonder what?
8. Traffic. I will be sharing the road with too many other drivers soon.
9. The golden rod is in bloom everywhere. Autumn is at hand.
-- Bob Doan, writing from Ithaca, NY
2. I was rereading my blog from September 2009 and I reflected on the item about trying to remind people that there were still baseball games to lose. This year, the Orioles are in the middle of a pennant race.
3. Writing of the Orioles--I am still pinching myself to be sure I am not dreaming especially after they won the series against the Yankees over the weekend.
4. Well, it is back to home today. I have a broken car to fix and a bunch of stuff to do before the holiday weekend ends.
5. Last evening, sitting around a bonfire as evening fell, I enjoyed watching the stars come out and looking for the satellites which were flying overhead. It was a beautiful, quiet evening.
6. I saw the Milky Way last night--something that does not happen where I live in Maryland.
7. The rabbit in the yard was spooked away by something just moments ago. I wonder what?
8. Traffic. I will be sharing the road with too many other drivers soon.
9. The golden rod is in bloom everywhere. Autumn is at hand.
-- Bob Doan, writing from Ithaca, NY
Sunday, September 2, 2012
On the NY Wine Trail - September 2012
What a great afternoon--checking out a couple of the wineries on the
Cayuga Wine Trail.
We visited Americana, Sheldrake Point, Thirsty Owl, and Goose Watch.
A whirlwind afternoon in Central NY with a lot of other wine lovers. There were a lot of other people out enjoying an idyllic afternoon doing the same thing.
All of these wineries have stunning views of the lake and provide nice interpretation of white wine, which are really the best varietals grown in the region. The Rieslings were generally great. Every attempt at a red wine resulted in a thin interpretation which left me wanting something more.
Americana has a large selection of wines which they do generally well. We continue to buy many of their whites to enjoy with our friends. I enjoy their tasting room and the ambiance of the winery done in a barn. Their new selection of Rieslings are especially good and come in a variety for every palette from dry, to semi-dry, to semi-sweet. They all had a vibrant character which made them very enjoyable.
Sheldrake Point does dry wines and has a really enjoyable white blend called Luckystone White. We make a special trip to the winery for this wine. And it was on a great sale, too. Sheldrake Point was designated as the NY Winery of the Year, so the place, located right on the shore of Cayuga Lake is really worth the visit and the dry wines re especially good.
Thirsty Owl, another winery with a great view, is dabbling in the reds in addition to the whites and provided a nice red wine using the Chancellor grape. But, their white wines are why people visit the winery.
The final stop of the day was Goose Watch, another winery with another great view and a nicely done tasting room. They provided some very nice whites, but I felt their offerings this year were not as desirable as some of the other wineries we visited. They are good wines--don't get me wrong, but just a bit above average. Nice drinking but not spectacular.
All in all it was a great afternoon. My parents were real troopers to dare to head out onto the wine trail with us--and it was nice to ave them along for the afternoon drive along the west shore of Cayuga Lake.
-- Bob Doan, writing from Ithaca, NY
Cayuga Wine Trail.
We visited Americana, Sheldrake Point, Thirsty Owl, and Goose Watch.
A whirlwind afternoon in Central NY with a lot of other wine lovers. There were a lot of other people out enjoying an idyllic afternoon doing the same thing.
All of these wineries have stunning views of the lake and provide nice interpretation of white wine, which are really the best varietals grown in the region. The Rieslings were generally great. Every attempt at a red wine resulted in a thin interpretation which left me wanting something more.
Americana has a large selection of wines which they do generally well. We continue to buy many of their whites to enjoy with our friends. I enjoy their tasting room and the ambiance of the winery done in a barn. Their new selection of Rieslings are especially good and come in a variety for every palette from dry, to semi-dry, to semi-sweet. They all had a vibrant character which made them very enjoyable.
Sheldrake Point does dry wines and has a really enjoyable white blend called Luckystone White. We make a special trip to the winery for this wine. And it was on a great sale, too. Sheldrake Point was designated as the NY Winery of the Year, so the place, located right on the shore of Cayuga Lake is really worth the visit and the dry wines re especially good.
Thirsty Owl, another winery with a great view, is dabbling in the reds in addition to the whites and provided a nice red wine using the Chancellor grape. But, their white wines are why people visit the winery.
The final stop of the day was Goose Watch, another winery with another great view and a nicely done tasting room. They provided some very nice whites, but I felt their offerings this year were not as desirable as some of the other wineries we visited. They are good wines--don't get me wrong, but just a bit above average. Nice drinking but not spectacular.
All in all it was a great afternoon. My parents were real troopers to dare to head out onto the wine trail with us--and it was nice to ave them along for the afternoon drive along the west shore of Cayuga Lake.
-- Bob Doan, writing from Ithaca, NY
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Dancing on the Horizon
The bright orange ball danced
just in my view
along the horizon
moving between the trees
like a big rubber ball
the kind I used to play with
when I was a kid.
It hid behind the trees
and then behind a hill
as I made my way to work
as if it was rolling there
waiting for me to pick it up
and play a game of dodge ball
I remembered the paved playground
Where games always played
during the all too brief recess
between the classes of math and reading
looking forward to a respite
and then back to the studies
with the games but a memory.
I was entranced for a moment
racing down the parkway
by the memory of the days past
realizing that nothing has changed
I still look forward to playtime
it's just that the toys have changed.
-- Bob Doan, writing from Ithaca, NY
just in my view
along the horizon
moving between the trees
like a big rubber ball
the kind I used to play with
when I was a kid.
It hid behind the trees
and then behind a hill
as I made my way to work
as if it was rolling there
waiting for me to pick it up
and play a game of dodge ball
I remembered the paved playground
Where games always played
during the all too brief recess
between the classes of math and reading
looking forward to a respite
and then back to the studies
with the games but a memory.
I was entranced for a moment
racing down the parkway
by the memory of the days past
realizing that nothing has changed
I still look forward to playtime
it's just that the toys have changed.
-- Bob Doan, writing from Ithaca, NY
Friday, August 31, 2012
Cat Fails
One of my cars--the Jaguar convertible, is known as Cat. Cat has an issue. As I pulled into the garage last night clouds of steam billowed up from under the hood and orange coolant began forming on the floor of the garage.
Cat has a problem. One of the heater hoses burst and hot coolant was steaming out everywhere. It was a huge mess, and frankly it was something that I really didn't need after such a nice drive home on a beautiful afternoon.
In retrospect, where better for a car to fail than in the driveway? At least I was not stranded on the side of a rush hour clogged highway with scores of travelers gawking at me wondering what was wrong.
I was safely in my garage.
I was home and my biggest concern was moving my racquetball gear to my truck in preparation for the morning.
Do I call AAA and have them tow Cat to a repair place? To a Jaguar dealer?
Do I attempt a backyard repair? It looks pretty simple. Really. Only problem is that I spend most of the evening online and cannot find the hose needed to effect the repair. It has two bends in it.
Monday! I'll fix it on Monday afternoon.
I hope.
Ugh! Why do cars break? Why when we least need them to break. Although, when is a good time for them to break?
At least, as I wrote earlier, it was not alongside the parkway on a busy afternoon. I hate being stared at. People wondering what transgression I committed for my car to fail.
I'll drive my truck today. I could drive Kitty. I have choices.
I am blessed in so many ways.
-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD
Cat has a problem. One of the heater hoses burst and hot coolant was steaming out everywhere. It was a huge mess, and frankly it was something that I really didn't need after such a nice drive home on a beautiful afternoon.
In retrospect, where better for a car to fail than in the driveway? At least I was not stranded on the side of a rush hour clogged highway with scores of travelers gawking at me wondering what was wrong.
I was safely in my garage.
I was home and my biggest concern was moving my racquetball gear to my truck in preparation for the morning.
Do I call AAA and have them tow Cat to a repair place? To a Jaguar dealer?
Do I attempt a backyard repair? It looks pretty simple. Really. Only problem is that I spend most of the evening online and cannot find the hose needed to effect the repair. It has two bends in it.
Monday! I'll fix it on Monday afternoon.
I hope.
Ugh! Why do cars break? Why when we least need them to break. Although, when is a good time for them to break?
At least, as I wrote earlier, it was not alongside the parkway on a busy afternoon. I hate being stared at. People wondering what transgression I committed for my car to fail.
I'll drive my truck today. I could drive Kitty. I have choices.
I am blessed in so many ways.
-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Tragedy in a Baltimore School
I decided that I needed to comment on tragedy which occurred in a local high school this week--a 15 year old boy allegedly (OK, they saw him do it) shot another student in the lunch room on the first day of school.
The school? Perry Hall High School--with over 2100 kids the largest high school in Baltimore county.
The weapon? A shot gun.
The shooter? A troubled boy, who reportedly was bullied and comes from a problem filled home and life.
The tragedy? This is a far reaching tragedy which includes first and foremost the boy who was shot and is in critical condition at a local hospital, his family, the students of the school, the community. The tragedy is in the lives destroyed by this incident.
A sensational article in the Baltimore Sun really got me going, and on my soap box about irresponsible reporting. Apparently everyone is to blame for this shooting--from parents and step parents, to everyone who knew this kid and even those of us reading the article after the fact should have intervened it seems. I'm not sure if the article placed any blame on the shooter.
The article in the Baltimore Sun begins:
Charged as an adult in the Perry Hall High School shooting, 15-year-old Robert Wayne Gladden Jr., was held without bond Tuesday as a portrait of a withdrawn and occasionally bullied student with a troubled home life emerged through interviews with classmates and court documents.
The article goes into a very detailed look at not only his life, but the lives of everyone associated with him. Their lives, and mostly their failings, are laid out for everyone with even a passing curiosity to read and ponder. I felt that some of the details presented passed beyond responsible news reporting and into the realm of tabloid sensationalism.
Did I find it interesting that the shooter's step Dad was arrested later that same day after police searched his house and found marijuana and firearms? Turns out the step Dad is a convicted felon and it is against the law for him to possess firearms. Is it germane to the situation? No, because as the article continues, the shot gun used in the shooting came from his Dad's house where he "sometimes stayed."
For the gun control advocates--BTW--there is a data point that gun control doesn't work.
Another news agency, Business Insider, provided a more balanced view of the shooter and his motives.
Interestingly, another article suggests that the student that was shot was a bystander and the shooting occurred after the gun was discharged at the ceiling for effect and subsequently went off as he was being tackled. This is the only article I could find about the incident and really changed my perception of the events.
This incident is a tragedy. We may never know the real reason that this young man decided, with some premeditation, to take a disassembled shotgun and some vodka to school that day. But, the desperation that many people are facing in today's world is reflected in his face and his actions. And everyone around him suffers as a result.
Pray for everyone involved in this tragedy. They need hope. And don't forget to pray for the recovery of the shooting victim and for his family. They are the true victims of this tragedy.
-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD
The school? Perry Hall High School--with over 2100 kids the largest high school in Baltimore county.
The weapon? A shot gun.
The shooter? A troubled boy, who reportedly was bullied and comes from a problem filled home and life.
The tragedy? This is a far reaching tragedy which includes first and foremost the boy who was shot and is in critical condition at a local hospital, his family, the students of the school, the community. The tragedy is in the lives destroyed by this incident.
A sensational article in the Baltimore Sun really got me going, and on my soap box about irresponsible reporting. Apparently everyone is to blame for this shooting--from parents and step parents, to everyone who knew this kid and even those of us reading the article after the fact should have intervened it seems. I'm not sure if the article placed any blame on the shooter.
The article in the Baltimore Sun begins:
Charged as an adult in the Perry Hall High School shooting, 15-year-old Robert Wayne Gladden Jr., was held without bond Tuesday as a portrait of a withdrawn and occasionally bullied student with a troubled home life emerged through interviews with classmates and court documents.
The article goes into a very detailed look at not only his life, but the lives of everyone associated with him. Their lives, and mostly their failings, are laid out for everyone with even a passing curiosity to read and ponder. I felt that some of the details presented passed beyond responsible news reporting and into the realm of tabloid sensationalism.
Did I find it interesting that the shooter's step Dad was arrested later that same day after police searched his house and found marijuana and firearms? Turns out the step Dad is a convicted felon and it is against the law for him to possess firearms. Is it germane to the situation? No, because as the article continues, the shot gun used in the shooting came from his Dad's house where he "sometimes stayed."
For the gun control advocates--BTW--there is a data point that gun control doesn't work.
Another news agency, Business Insider, provided a more balanced view of the shooter and his motives.
Interestingly, another article suggests that the student that was shot was a bystander and the shooting occurred after the gun was discharged at the ceiling for effect and subsequently went off as he was being tackled. This is the only article I could find about the incident and really changed my perception of the events.
This incident is a tragedy. We may never know the real reason that this young man decided, with some premeditation, to take a disassembled shotgun and some vodka to school that day. But, the desperation that many people are facing in today's world is reflected in his face and his actions. And everyone around him suffers as a result.
Pray for everyone involved in this tragedy. They need hope. And don't forget to pray for the recovery of the shooting victim and for his family. They are the true victims of this tragedy.
-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD
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