On the train last night, I read this article: Forgotten victim of '96 Games and can't stop thinking about Alice Hawthorne, the lone victim of the 1996 bombing, whose death was downplayed as soon as it was discovered that "only one person died." To her husband, to her family and community, she was much more than just "one person," she was husband John's whole life.

It's easy to forget victims of smaller crimes (where is Chandra Levy, anyway, and who killed JonBenet) when the World Trade Center is now a hole in the ground littered with the ashes of working lives and body parts of mothers, fathers, lovers and friends. But people are still killed needlessly every day, usually for much less jaw-dropping reasons. That they get no attention is an unfortunate by-product of our society's constant need for the biggest rush, the most pressing story.

I did discover that the Olympic Park had been re-named after Alice Hawthorne.

Let us not forget the Alice's of the world, mine and John Hawthorne's.