The most significant half hour I spent today was with Dan, the manager of the club that was the focus of our downtown shooting on Saturday night. Eight kids who were on their way to his underage nightclub to celebrate a birthday were gunned down in the street by a random shooter who seemingly wanted company on his quest for suicide. Two died that night, and the shooter himself died yesterday.
Dan's been through many major and life-shaking events in his life, including the death of a scout on an overnight trip where he was one of the chaperones. Today I saw a man struggling to make sense of the senseless and to serve as a touchstone for his staff and his own kids (who are now afraid to go downtown).
He was shaken.
He was resolute.
He made the time to come to a meeting at our office during a time when he's slept a couple hours in four days.
He believes there's a higher plan to his being in the middle of a crisis like this. And his heart is bleeding for the kids who work at his club and witnessed death and horror in front of their eyes. He saw it himself, and it's not the first time he's seen it.
I've always liked Dan because he knows music and the entertainment industry and he operates my favorite club downtown (not the underage one, needless to say). And he's always got advice about the hottest spots in Vegas, and if I ask he'll get me into concert after-parties, like Kid Rock's several years ago. ("Marilyn, you should have been here for Tommy Lee!") But today I learned why I really
He has amazing and inspiring courage.On an entirely different note
(or, on second thought, maybe not), shout out to my friends who cannot read this because they are stuck in this nation's deep freeze and have no electricity right now. I feel blessed to live where I do, so I am not about to bitch about a little fog and/or rain. Bring it on!