(You can read part I here)

From my perspective, sitting in the passenger seat of the Cantor’s SUV, I didn’t have a feeling one way or the other that it was going to be a strange day. A strange day indeed for the PIFWC hunt. I never had feelings or premonitions about how the day was going to go. Those were pointless. Just vapid things to say after something significant happened to try to make yourself seem wise:

“Well, there you go… I knew something strange was going to happen.”

“Dang… I had a feeling that wasn’t going to go well.”