By Cindy Koch

It was only 6:15 in the morning when the radio clicked on in the dark, cold car. “49 confirmed dead, but that number will surely rise…” It took my breath away to hear the first audible voice of the day speaking about such horrific events that had passed as our night broke into daylight. Suddenly radio screams and tap-tap-tap gunshots pierced our sickly curious silence. Right in the middle of our daily drive to the gym, tragedy stretched it’s sting across the airwaves – and without parental permission, it touched my family car.

By Joel A. Hess

This past week, Mark Zuckerberg boldly put down three billion dollars with the brash goal of eradicating all illness by 2100. Why not, right? I admire his ambition. It is probably what got him to where he is today. Actually, his goal and dream has been pursued for some time now. It is quite a modernist pursuit for such a postmodern age; we can and will make everything better.