Tonight I sat with some really good old friends at our old church in Kirkwood. We were getting ready for a rehearsal and around 7, an endless stream of emergency vehicles screamed by. It went on for about half an hour. We knew something big had happened. Just down the road, people were being murdered.

I lived in Kirkwood for 10 years. We brought home three babies to our little bungalow near the Glendale border and spent many days around downtown. We've been gone for four years now, but Kirkwood will always be home.