September 13. It is a sign of how much I’ve become an American just how interested I was in the manhunt in Pennsylvania over the last few days. I really wanted that guy to be caught. And I was devastated when he slipped through the perimeter. I thought he would surely be gone by now. I pulled up the news a hundred times a day. And then, this morning, while I was in the shower, they caught him. I am surprised with how little of a relief I feel. My sense of deep injustice when he seemed to walk free was far greater than my sense of seeing things righted now. That low reward of being a vigilante.