Great, stop. OK, and now I want to move on to the next Sunday, if you could just tell me the same story you told me about--
--so if you could tell me about Sunday.
Sunday was a sad day. It started out happily enough because--
I'm sorry, stop
OK, so if you could tell me about Sunday.
We had just put an offer down on a house in the suburbs. Driving back into the city I saw some smoke and then I realized that there was much more than just some smoke, that it appeared as though the city was on fire. There was smoke and haze over the whole sky. I knew at that point that something serious was happening and I knew that it was probably the riot that we thought would never happen and frankly, my heart was broken.