Even the feeling of coming to synagogue on such a morning was fairly commonplace. Perhaps a few more conversations in hushed tones on the way there.  You hear about broken doors and windows, which are unfortunately no longer uncommon even in this part of the city, so you think your neighbours are discussing a break-in. As you get closer, you recognize that something is off, and by the time you are in the building, you are in the know. Then the questions begin. Questions about when; questions about who heard what; questions about how anyone obtained the information; and questions about who notified police. Yes, there were more security measures, and now bullet holes for all to see. But it is the same prayer service, including a moving sermon. It is as it always was.