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July 21, 2009
The Weight of Glory?

I held off thinking these thoughts until the next day's newspaper (online edition) confirmed his identity. "Police say the murder victim of yesterday's R****** shooting was [him]."

15 years ago, we were teammates on the debate squad. 14 years ago, I made a joke that he never heard, and that I'd forgotten about until the Facebook rumors of his death started flying.

It was not a joke aimed at him. It was crueler than that: it was a joke that used him to insult someone else. It may be the last thing I said about him.