Just over 13 years ago, I was heading down one of Tucson’s busy east-side roads, on my way to lunch with my family. While the exact details of that day and month are now vague, I remember several things distinctly.
At one point, I had checked my phone to see several missed phone calls from my mom in New Mexico. Thinking something was wrong with her or my dad, I called her back. She immediately started asking if I was OK and where I was.
I was confused by the worry in her voice. That’s when she told me that former U.S. Rep Gabrielle Giffords had been shot…