I have found when it comes to my entrées into the blogosphere that sometimes these come in thick and fast and sometimes it is a matter of biding my time and finding the right subject to write about when it comes to what I see when I venture outside the camp. When I came home last night, I learned Charlie Kirk had been shot. Shortly before turning in I found he had been killed by an assassin’s bullet and already tributes were coming in. This became even more evident when checking out my social and other media feeds this morning, often coming from unexpected places. For such was this man’s impact that people were affected by someone they esteemed highly.