Carl remembered it like it was yesterday.  At noon, on September 16, 1920, an anarchist bomb exploded in front of the bank, killing 38 and injuring 400. Shortly before the bomb went off, an unknown person placed a warning note in a mailbox at the corner of Cedar Street and Broadway. The warning read: "Remember we will not tolerate any longer. Free the political prisoners or it will be sure death for all of you. American Anarchists Fighters."   The perpetrators were never caught. He wondered if Mr Davidson was working there that day, but said nothing.<br/><br/><br/>Carl gave a quick sideways glance as she mentioned her keys. He felt really bad for the lady. Seeing her boss and friend murdered, getting clubbed from behind, then presumably shot, sort-of..  He still hadn't figured that part out yet. He made a mental note to ash her some more specific questions, maybe tomorrow once her head starts to clear.   He figured her mind was working overtime about the keys. He started to take his hand off the wheel to pat her leg, but decided not to. Trying to put some optimism into his voice, he said "I wouldn't worry too much about keys. Your husband can change the locks on your doors if they don't turn up.  (Obviously he still didn't get it, her concern about her husband.)  Carl made another mental note to check the bakery's back door for keys. If she was hit on her way in, maybe she had unlocked the door and the keys were still in it.  Again, he would have to go over all the details with her later.   He turned into the emergency room  entrance and stopped the car.<br/><br/>Giving Jessica a reassuring smile, he asked her to wait while he went inside for a wheel chair.  A few moments later, he came back out, along with a nurse, pushing a chair.   Carl pushed her into the reception area where they would get her information and get her registered in.