When it happened I was actually in the hospital having an operation. Your dad and your uncles were with their grandma on their way downtown. On the way there the train stopped on the tracks and they had to turn around in the middle of the road and go back to the house. When your grandad got home that day my mom asked him why he didn't come and get me because there were reports of explosives in Methodist Hospital. So, he came down to the hospital and spent the night with me. Everything wasn't that different afterwards, there was a curfew, a lot of fires downtown, and things were tense; I guess people were a lot more careful. I didn't think that much about Dr. King before he died I guess he made some good points but he caused a lot of unrest. I did feel bad for his family though because losing anyone you care about is always a hard thing.