What I saw at the Montréal shooting
We were running late to check out of our hotel because my two young girls had demanded to use the pool one last time. I indulged them. The squeals of laughter were worth it. Afterward, we hustled to pack, race out the room and at 11:40 a.m. the elevator doors opened in the lobby of the Hilton in Côte-des-Neiges district of Montreal. Our path was blocked by staff. There was, one hotel worker informed us, a shooter. I sent my wife and children back up to our room and, with the dubious conviction of a professional journalist, went to investigate. My family and I had come to Montréal for a joyful Jewish wedding Through the glass of the hotel entrance, I saw a male officer lying in the street and female cop with her pistol drawn scanning the area.