As the geography of gun violence grows in Annapolis, I’m starting to lose hope

The newsroom where my friends were murdered is a coffee shop today. When my kids were young, I held them on the patio where a Naval Academy mom was killed by a stray bullet years later. I drive by a colorful mural honoring an Annapolis singer almost every day. He died in a drive-by shooting at the spot, a mistaken victim of someone’s rage.