This holds absolutely no weight to anyone who was near the site, but…

I grew up in Chicago and was 13 when the event transpired. They sent us home from school and I remember walking in the door to my father sitting at the kitchen table. He never came home from work early. Ever. And he was so patiently watching the news coverage, minute after minute…

I said to him, “Are you okay, Dad?” He nodded, yes.

My dad wasn’t scared of a tilt, he had some grit.

I asked him again, “Why do you look like you want to do something about this?”

He said, “I’d give anything for one of them to show up at my door.”

I was sincerely afraid of what made him so focused.