Last Friday, Esteban Santiago arrived at Hollywood International Airport in Fort Lauderdale on a flight from Alaska. He went to baggage claim and picked up one piece of luggage. He then went to the men’s room, removed the handgun that was in a case inside the bag, loaded it and came out shooting.
Five people were killed, almost 40 were injured and hundreds were traumatized.
Seriously, I’m very confused. I think we’re having one of the coldest winters on record — not just here, in Toronto, but throughout the entire Eastern seaboard.
Cold as in -27 celsius with the windchill. Cold as in frostbite. Cold as in bone-chilling. Cold as in frozen window panes. Cold as in the streets are deserted. Cold as in even I’ve had to crank up the heat. Cold as in I have to close my window (which is only open a crack to begin with) and jump back into bed for twenty minutes while the room warms up, before I’ll take my shower. Cold as in my cats won’t get out from Continue reading →