I screamed at my neighbor today as he drove by in his silver convertible, top down, and music blaring. "HEY! Don't you know what happened today?" He just kept driving. Across the distance over the river, I saw another couple walking their dog along the bike path. I yelled again but they pretended not to hear me. "Don't you know who died?" Life seemingly went on a usual, a normal sunny, California spring afternoon.

Yet everything was different, even though the world kept turning without a care in the world. It's Good Friday, the Christians say. Did anyone notice?