I had been thinking of writing something about the scandals in sports, but then I read a story of some of the most monstrous acts I have ever heard.

I’m referring to the home invasion murders that took place this week in Connecticut.

There are times when I miss the freedom of naiveté; being able to go and do whatever you please without fearing that the bogey man was out to get you, but now I don’t blame anyone for locking their doors, turning on their alarms, and avoiding their neighbors. It’s so sad.

I don’t believe in the death penalty, but a case like this really tries one’s convictions.