Nothing closes any more.
Yes, the New York City Marathon was cancelled amid the destruction of Hurricane Sandy, but football and commerce rolled on.
A day after a Kansas City Chief football player killed his girlfriend and then himself,
his former team played on.
Two days after the horror in Newtown, the NFL had a full slate of violent games.
Even after JFK was shot--which happened on a Thursday--football was played on Sunday.
There was a time, I suppose, when stores closed.
When television stations went off the air.
When life slowed down.
And maybe, just maybe, people could actually talk to each other.
But today we are heated up ever hotter.
The "shop now" emails never cease, no matter what horror is in the news.
The day after the Connecticut shooting, thousands of young adults thought it was ok to dress as drunken Santas and drunken elves and "party."
We are a nation without reflection.
No one thinks of consequences anymore.
We go lurching from one extravaganza to the next.
Living for the next exclamation point.
We're so busy living for the next thrill we have forgotten how to be human.
