#373: frederick smith.

rain.

used to mean the angels were sad.

maybe it still does.

the 'legs against arms' 5k was held this morning, despite the random nor'easter that materialized this weekend. it was wet. it was cold.

but for twenty some odd minutes i ran for frederick smith.

he died on december 2, 2006--the victim of philadelphia's 373rd homicide.

he was 72. who would shoot a 72 year-old?

who would shoot anyone for that matter?

the angels must've been real sad today.