I’m watching the horror while on vacation instead of my office in Boston.
My heart goes out to all of the spectators and families who were affected by the blast. Patriot’s Day in Boston is usually a great day, starting with the Revolutionary War reenactments in the morning, a Red Sox home game, and the endurance of the marathon.
I’m also heartbroken by the runners who put in months of training, but were stopped short of the finish line. That finish line is a demarcation of salvation after making it the 26.2 miles from Hopkinton and up Heartbreak Hill. It should never be a crime scene.
Amen, sir. I was in London last week when the bombings happened– and when police sealed off my neighborhood on the Cambridge-Watertown line– and wished I were here.