Today started well, with the Pan-Seabury softball game. Lots of fun and fellowship and so on and so forth. Then I got home, and was confronted with the allegations (already reported by Dad) that the American Boychoir School, where I spent many summers, has been the site of extensive child molestation and sexual abuse over a very long period of time, even up to the past few years. The memories of having slept in those beds and lived in those halls where such horrific actions allegedly took place literally sickens me, and even more sickening are the concerns that people I know and care about were victims of similar atrocities, or turned a blind eye. Albemarle (the campus) had been the site of many happy memories for me, memories that have now been tainted by the lurking presence of the pain and suffering that I had been unaware of during my stay. My heart goes out to all who have been hurt, and I continue to pray for all involved.