When I got home from school today, I asked Jason if he had heard about the shooting. Yes, he said. His mom told him when he had gone to pick up the girls from school.
"How'd you hear about it?" he asked.
"NPR." I have an 80-minute commute home on Tuesdays and Thursdays. There's little world news I don't hear these days.
"NPR?" He was momentarily confused, and we realized we were talking about different things.
I was talking about Fort Hood, of course.
He wasn't, and had confused me talking about shooting with the topics of guns in general.
He was talking about a local school where our friend works--and where Jason subbed a couple weeks ago. A kid brought a loaded gun to school. In his backpack. Which he may or may not have intended to use. (This news report says he wasn't going to use it; our friend says otherwise. Either way there are some serious issues going on at the school.)
Today feels crazy.
I know my grandma--who loved the Army and the life it gave her--would have been so sad about Fort Hood.