“Twenty minutes. That’s all, just 20 minutes, and they’d be on their way home. Or hurrying to a friend’s house to listen to records and have a hot chocolate. Maybe stop off at the corner store to buy a comic book or pack of baseball cards.
But not on this afternoon.”

“Our Mayor, his face ashen white, watched the horror unfold, along with thousands of other fathers and mothers, aunts and uncles, friends and neighbors. “This place, this neighborhood, these people. None of this—none of us—will ever be the same again,” one man said.”