t was Tuesday afternoon. Maybe it was Wednesday. I don’t know, but then again, most afternoons for me at that time were all pretty much the same. I would hammer away at my computer for the majority of the morning and early afternoon, then at 2:10 sharp, I’d hop in the Jeep and hustle to queue up at the elementary school to pick up my three boys. The school had been sitting in the same spot since it was built in 1960 when the only thing surrounding it for a
