The Globe has a very good and very sad look at Geneva/Bowdoin [2], as told through the lens of Big Nate, Trina and their 14-year-old son Nicholas, stalked and gunned down for no good reason. The point at which I almost lost it:
Later, Big Nate gathered up some rags, filled a bucket with water and went to the street corner. He wanted to wash away his son’s blood, as though in a final act of care. But he could find no blood to clean. He stood with his bucket and rags, stood through the night until the sun came up and there was nothing left to do but go home.