It might be a really nice-looking restaurant, but if it's sitting empty on a Saturday night, that's probably not a good sign.

We didn't think anything would happen because we were only knee deep. It was at night, so I didn't see anything. I wasn't expecting anything.

We identified the fact that Louisiana citizens would be facing a night on the streets, and that is not acceptable.

One night in late spring nearing dusk we walked out our front door to hear the chirping, squeaking sound of bats. At first we thought they were coming from our neighbor's house, until we walked around the side of our own house, to find bats squeezing out a tiny crack in our roof.

It's just very hard for them to believe that someone didn't see anything that night or see anything suspicious in that area.

It was 104 degrees that night. It was 130 degrees ringside, that's what they said. I was there. It felt like it. Whatever you call 'great' nowadays, I guess Ray was that then. I went to his fights. I wasn't superstitious. When Ray sat between rounds that night, I dropped my head. People said, 'Why do you drop your head? You crying?' I was praying.