meanwhile, the mitch albom piece closes with a devastating reflection on the ephemeral safety of big city nights, bridging the old millennium and the new:  > if any kids in this world could listen to me, debry davis said, they would not want their mothers to go through what i went through just so they could have a party. i know that, in all reality, kids should be able to go out and have a good time. but in all reality, you cant. > she pinches the corners of her mouth, holding back her tears. then she cries anyhow. all she has left of her greatest hope, her only son, is what he did in his 18 years, and what he had on him the night he was killed. a hairbrush. a drivers license. and a pocket-sized bible. > the new millennium is just days away, and in some parts of the world, the celebrations will be spectacular. but in other parts, like robinwood and weadock streets in saginaw, life goes on nervously, and young daniels struggle inside a different sort of lions den, where all the faith in the world is still no match for a random bullet." (mitch albom, detroit free press, dec. 30, 1999.) *-*
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