Originally Posted by
Doc
My heart grieved that day, as well. I was driving down from the High Desert to some meeting or other. Ironically, my passenger was a Black man, an Air Force member IIRC. As the radio reports grew more grim, we decided to turn back somewhere around the Francisquito Blvd Exit. He told me later that for the next year he carried a 9mm with him when he had to go down there, especially if his wife was with him. The World had become a sadder place.
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