For some reason tonight I remembered a story I had written for The Oregonian many, many moons ago. It's one that will stick with me an awful long time. Probably as long as I have my remembory. (Editor's note: Remembory? Author's reply: Madeline coined the term about the age of 3 or 4. Still one of my favorite words.) I'll post a link to it here and you can check it out. It's a tragic story about two young brothers and a gun. Life is precious. Hug a kid tonight. Or kids.