By Al Vinikour
On the news there was a film clip about the anniversary of the death of four teenagers who were going out to get a pizza before each went home to do their homework. On the way they were smashed into by a drunk driver, and all four of the kids were killed. Not the drunken slob who killed them, however. She was so blitzed she wouldn’t have died if she’d run into an M1A1 Abrams tank. She hadn’t been hurt all the other times she drove drunk — with or without a license. This loser had been behind bars for an entire year awaiting trial, and was eventually convicted. I tried to imagine myself in the shoes of the grieving parents, families and friends of the four kids — all of whom will never be the same — but, thankfully, I couldn’t.