Some of the people who matter most to me in this world are teachers. My wife, for about 30 years now; my oldest son and his wife and my other son's longtime girlfriend, each for less than a year. My daughter expects to be working in schools one day as a speech pathologist. And when we gather over the holidays, I'll be grilling all of them to make sure they have a plan for protecting themselves and their students in the event a gunman is roaming their school. Next time I'm in their classrooms, I'll make them show me exactly what they have in mind. That's pretty effing crazy, isn't it?