A bike would be great. Hey, I'm wearing black work boots, dark blue jeans, long-sleeve black button-down, white stripes, untucked. Sorry I didn't communicate earlier! Hope to see you there.
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Happening Now at Parc International: Mickey Shunick's friends and family celebrate her life, and everyone involved in bringing her home. We'll have more coming up on tonight's broadcast.
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Americas culture of gun violence strikes again with yet another innocent life lost.
Any chance the USA will evolve into the 21st century or will they remain stuck in the 1700's and keep hanging on to their ridiculous 'constitution'?
RIP Mickey
Americas culture of gun violence strikes again with yet another innocent life lost.
Any chance the USA will evolve into the 21st century or will they remain stuck in the 1700's and keep hanging on to their ridiculous 'constitution'?
RIP Mickey
The gun that Brandon used was one he had illegally. As a felon, he could not own/buy a gun. It's not like he walked into a store and legally bought it. He obtained it and possessed it illegally as a felon. Even if guns were completely outlawed in the US, I suspect people like BSL and others would still find illegal ways to obtain them (as he did in this instance).
The state of Vermont, which has some of the most lax gun laws in the country (you don't need a conceal and carry license to conceal and carry- even Louisiana requires this license...only 3 other states besides Vermont do not) has consistently ranked last or near the bottom in murder rates in the past decade. I'm not sure the problem in Americam culture is guns but lack of opportunities/education, poverty, psychopathy (as in Mickey's perps case; certainly not a US-only phenomenon), poor public mental health services, and a whole host of other factors that vary from case to case, state to state and city to city in the US. Something with the American culture, yes, but not necessarily something with American gun culture.
Rain didn't hold up here for me to make it out to the ghost bike presentation. I'm really sad about it. I will go by the pocket park and ghost bike later.
Rest in peace, Mighty Mickey. You are a hero who helped get BSL off the streets and keep other women safe from him.
Bike was just placed.
Rest in peace Mickey.
I plan to go visit it when everyone's gone. Another day.
What a nice, loving, community send-off for Mickey.
The rain held off during the key points: the remarks, the bike ride, and the park dedication. Thank you, Lord.
The key takeaway for me was the sense of community - of strength - of the power of goodness that is in so many people.
About 4 o'clock, after the bands had finished, I don't know how many - maybe a couple hundred? - cyclists left the park downtown and retraced Mickey's route. You had people of all ages - kids with training wheels, and older folks as well. The police did a great job with a rolling roadblock all the way. The streets belonged to those on two wheels. The streets look so different from the seat of a bike. The beautiful old cathedral- the trees and cracks and differing shades of pavement. All along the route, quite a few people stood outside their houses, holding candles, a few teary-eyed. Many folks stood at intersections taking video and photos. The peloton got pretty quiet as we passed the old hospital... yet the strength in the numbers of folks supporting the family dispelled any sense of melancholy - that ride was definitely a celebration.
Dismounting at Coliseum Road, one could see all the way back down St. Landry to the traffic signal shining in the distance at University. We gathered round and they mounted one of Mickey's old bikes - painted clean white - at the new park site. Folks had planted some nice crepe myrtles, and various flowers and plants around. Led by Mickey's friend Josh Coen, the little kids came forward and on the count of three released dozens of gorgeous orange and black monarch butterflies. Applause and cheers arose at the sight of the first, fluttering over our heads, as the others fanned their wings in preparation for flight. As Josh thanked the people for coming, a butterfly landed on his head and refused to leave. The same happened with another friend - a large, red-bearded fellow whose name I didn't catch - who had a monarch on his beard. This fellow asked the crowd to look at all the little "caterpillars" up front - the children - and exhorted us to work together to raise them into beautiful butterflies, like Mickey.
Something that really warmed my heart was to see Mickey's bike - fixed like new - gold rims shining despite the overcast - with her mother, Nancy, riding it.
Once again, I am so proud of our community for caring so selflessly about this priceless girl who didn't come home, and of so many from around the world who never met her, but did their part.
Bless you all. How wonderful people can be.... :heartbeat:
What a nice, loving, community send-off for Mickey.
The rain held off during the key points: the remarks, the bike ride, and the park dedication. Thank you, Lord.
The key takeaway for me was the sense of community - of strength - of the power of goodness that is in so many people.
About 4 o'clock, after the bands had finished, I don't know how many - maybe a couple hundred? - cyclists left the park downtown and retraced Mickey's route. You had people of all ages - kids with training wheels, and older folks as well. The police did a great job with a rolling roadblock all the way. The streets belonged to those on two wheels. The streets look so different from the seat of a bike. The beautiful old cathedral- the trees and cracks and differing shades of pavement. All along the route, quite a few people stood outside their houses, holding candles, a few teary-eyed. Many folks stood at intersections taking video and photos. The peloton got pretty quiet as we passed the old hospital... yet the strength in the numbers of folks supporting the family dispelled any sense of melancholy - that ride was definitely a celebration.
Dismounting at Coliseum Road, one could see all the way back down St. Landry to the traffic signal shining in the distance at University. We gathered round and they mounted one of Mickey's old bikes - painted clean white - at the new park site. Folks had planted some nice crepe myrtles, and various flowers and plants around. Led by Mickey's friend Josh Coen, the little kids came forward and on the count of three released dozens of gorgeous orange and black monarch butterflies. Applause and cheers arose at the sight of the first, fluttering over our heads, as the others fanned their wings in preparation for flight. As Josh thanked the people for coming, a butterfly landed on his head and refused to leave. The same happened with another friend - a large, red-bearded fellow whose name I didn't catch - who had a monarch on his beard. This fellow asked the crowd to look at all the little "caterpillars" up front - the children - and exhorted us to work together to raise them into beautiful butterflies, like Mickey.
Something that really warmed my heart was to see Mickey's bike - fixed like new - gold rims shining despite the overcast - with her mother, Nancy, riding it.
Once again, I am so proud of our community for caring so selflessly about this priceless girl who didn't come home, and of so many from around the world who never met her, but did their part.
Bless you all. How wonderful people can be.... :heartbeat: