Yesterday it was Joyce who called. She said some pretty harrowing words - My son killed himself over the weekend.
Today, Angie called - I'd like to talk about the death of my nephew over the weekend. Yikes. Her nephew was one of two killed in a high-speed crash along Railroad Avenue in East Chicago. Another person was killed and several injured. All young people.
To heap even more sorrow on the whole thing, after four hours of radio today I drove over to Calumet Avenue to describe on-air the hearse carrying Lauren Calvillo to her final resting place. She was shot on her porch trying to usher young kids in the house during gunfire. She's a hero in my book. She was 16 years old.
You would think that these local stories would be enough. But wait, there's more. Sit down to watch CNN at night and there's Bill Cosby. Revelations today that in 2005 Cosby admitted to buying quaaludes to drug women so he could, ahem, bed them. This is a huge turn in a nasty story. I'm watching right now two of the 25 women who have accused Cosby of rape and/or sexual assault. You can hear, as with Joyce and Angie, anguish in their voices.
Then there's the killing of Karen Steinle at Pier 14 in San Francisco, where I've been several times, allegedly by an undocumented Mexican immigrant. And Subway's Jared getting raided for child pornography. That should be enough for tonight. Doncha think?