WHEN I WROTE about bad guys and people charged with crime, I got good at turning it off. It was just a job, nothing more, nothing less. That, of course, is a lie, but there was no way I could go into a courtroom without switching it off.
So this morning I see a story and mugshot and it almost made me fall out of my chair. I know this particular person because I coached her in YMCA basketball when she was little. I know her because my daughter played hoops with her. She wasn't the most gifted of athletes but she could shoot lights out and she always hustled.
Now she's in the Adams County Jail and in a heap of trouble after a drug arrest.
It's a lot easier when the faces are nameless.