Friday, Oct. 6, 2000 | 8:47 a.m.
We were in Geneva when a phone call came from the states telling us the Sun had been destroyed by fire. In those days, before the advent of super jets, it would take us a full 24 hours before we could get back to Las Vegas. I will never forget on our return being met at the airport by a group of grim-faced Sun employees.
The next day was truly traumatic when Hank and I drove to the Sun to view the damage. Nothing could have prepared us for this moment. The cement block walls were still standing, but inside was total devastation. There was nothing to say -- our dreams were a pile of ashes and rubble. I have always suspected someone torched that building, but my suspicions are without proof.
We realized our greatest challenge faced us. With the help of a tremendous staff, loyal subscribers and faithful advertisers the Sun was able to rebuild and prosper.