Last Saturday marked the 20th anniversary of the shooting massacre at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado.
It’s been on mind all this week, between new reports remembering that day and also my own personal thoughts. I was 14 years old and in eighth grade on April 20, 1999. It was spring break. My parents, little sister and I piled into the old minivan in Upstate New York and headed for Cape Cod, Massachusetts.