Good People Are Out There
I’ve been trying not to think about Boston. I’ve run a few marathons. I remember when the Chicago Marathon felt like a country race. Imagine—friends and family actually finding you at the finish line! Now with over 45,000 running it—well, good luck meeting up. But of course back then there weren’t the chips or ways to track using cell phones. So I’ve been diverting my attention to other news. Like this piece about late authors homes—now Starbucks! http://flavorwire.com/385163/ the-questionable-fates-of- famous-authors-birthplaces/ Or this article about Flannery O’Connor—as if we needed another reason to love her. http://flavorwire.com/319487/ one-more-reason-to-love- flannery-oconnor Oddly enough I was just thinking about her story, "A Good Man Is Hard to Find", this morning while scrambling eggs. Actually I think I finally got the story. It is the story of convicts on the loose hiding out in the backwoods of Georgia and how a family who had stumble...