Fantastic top four reads in this Entrails, in spite of how the material came to be.
Rest in peace, Nick Adenhart, Henry Pearson, and Courtney Stewart. My heart and best wishes go out to your families and friends.
And my two cents: The three people in the Mitsubishi were innocents felled by fate, outrageous fortune colliding with stupidity and calamity. It’s a natural tendency to want the person who drove drunk, ran a red light, and ended three lives to be brought the most justice possible.
But punishing one person does not solve the problem, just as putting murderers to death has not curbed killing. There is a fundamental difficulty in America with alcohol being a social lubricant and a idiocy accelerant.
Perhaps, while venting our spleen at someone whose colossal mistake took promise from us, we should make promises to prevent that from happening to those we love in whatever way possible. Remembrance through action is a powerful thing.
Finally, Tiger’s new Gatorade commercial makes me think of my dad. I’m a far more avid sports fan than he is, but the list of sporting events we watch together starts with golf’s major championships, and, because it was during the school year, the Masters was the most important. I remember all of Tiger’s wins, and, especially, that miracle chip, and I associate them with good time with my dad.
Also, the ad’s trippy. So I like this commercial. (Awful Announcing)