Remembering Exodus

2 thoughts on “Remembering Exodus”

  1. This story just made my stomach turn. Oh, the tragedy of it all. So sad.
    We parents try so hard to keep our kids safe, but sometimes stuff just happens. It always seems particularly unfair and tragic when it happens to innocent children.

  2. Fifteen years ago I ran into Mike Tyson in a Blockbuster in Arlington, VA. He’s a weird one, all right. He kept going back and forth between children’s movies and horror. I guess that’s what happens when you get hit in the head for a living.
    But aren’t you already a little “off” if you decide to make your living that way? He’s always reminded me of a mad dog — crazy, unpredictable, killer instinct, amoral. (Glad you got out of the Blockbuster in one piece.)

... and that's my two cents