One of the verbal melodies that sustained me during the past year was the notion that people can be divided into two camps: those who think they're living in a comedy and those who think they dwell in a drama.
It's a useful -- to me, anyway -- means of understanding certain people and certain moments. I usually belong to the group that sees life as a comedy. For the past seven days that, of course, has been impossible. But today is the first time I've felt any trace of sunniness. I think this morning's remarkable all-music Where We Live was a big help. And so, in an odd way, was the bizarre performance given later in the morning by Wayne Lapierre of the NRA. With a week to prepare, Lapierre and his group scheduled a defiant, divisive, self-imploding press conference on the morning of our national moment of silence. As sad as this moment may be, I feel the gods of comedy taking over some of life's puppet strings. You can join the conversation. E-mail email@example.com or Tweet us @wnprcolin.