Sometimes a little solace in the wake of tragedy comes from unexpected places. Saturday night I was walking around Camberville. I noticed two women, then a man and a woman, then two men each holding hands with their partner as they walked the streets. A black man with his arm around a white woman. At some level I know I'm living in a privileged and protected bubble but I like my bubble. It made me happy to see these people on the street with me. Then Sunday's tragedy.