I need to catch up on a few stories. Last Saturday I was woken up with a frantic phone call from Sammy. He wanted to know where I was. Since it was 8:30 on a Saturday, I was in bed. He then informed me that a man with a sword had been running around campus, attacked a police officer, and the officer had shot him. The man died. Well, I had work that morning, so with this news, I hurriedly got ready. As I walked to work, I saw flashing lights everywhere. Turns out, the attack had happened a few feet away from the Tivoli (the building I work in.) There were policemen everywhere, crime scene tape up, and photographs being taken of every angle. I stood on my tippy toes, hoping to see anything, but I didn't. Our loss prevention department works very closely with the police department. So, the girl on duty that day filled us in on the rest of the details. The man was homeless, and it had been a samurai sword. He had died here, and the cop had almost lost a finger. I'm very curious...