I was still in pigtails during the Riot. I remember the scratchy feel of our old blue couch that I crouched on to peek thru the living room window curtains so I could watch the tanks roll down Wildemere. Whenever I go back home, I look out that same window and "see" those tanks rolling thru the intersection. Will never forget it. Daddy was stuck out at the Rouge so I got to sleep in my parent's bed with Moms - who had Daddy's pistol underneath her pillow. Moms says that what she remembers most about the Riot was the large number of cars with out-of-state license plates.