Yesterday I encountered a colleague outside the elevator. He was profoundly troubled, as are many, anguished by the violence in Baltimore this week. The looting, burning, and scores of injured from angry youths hurling bricks at police were sparked by the violent death of a black man, Freddie Gray, in police custody.
“I was there yesterday,” I told my concerned colleague.
“What? Where?”
“I went to the CVS Drugstore that was looted and burned,” I replied.
In disbelief he asked, “What was it like?”
“I was too late. All of the DVR’s and other good stuff were already gone,” I said.
