National Geographic has an essay-article written by a journo whose local grocery store is that exact King Soopers, and good photos. By giving National Geographic your email address, you can access 4 free articles a month.
It's an all too familiar scene, unfolding as if according to a universal script. Tearful interviews. Hashtags that include the word strong. "We never thought it could happen here." Angry tweets. Accusations of false flags and dark conspiracies. It was the same at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut; at the Pulse Nightclub in Orlando; the Tree of Life Synagogue in Pittsburgh; and the Walmart shooting in El Paso. And here in Boulder, it’s unfolding like a master class in mass shooting etiquette.
I'm one of the reporters in the throng, interviewing survivors and mourners and taking in the scene in front of America's most recent gun massacre. But I’m having a hard time being objective: This is my neighborhood grocery store.
Ortiz doesn't know me, but I know him by sight, the way I know just about everyone who works at the South Boulder King Soopers. They're a cheerful, chill bunch, even in the midst of a pandemic. The checkers wear badges that say things like "I love the beach" and "Serving you for 23 years" and, in the case of a very tall pharmacy employee, "six foot seven."
Our abhorrent new normal, at my grocery store