I have lived outside Boston for thirty-two years. My dad worked in Boston and during February or April vacation, I would go into work with him. I've stood on the sidelines handing out water to marathoners. My first job after college was around the corner from Copley Square.
Today, I am counting my blessings that my family and friends are all safe and sound. I am also very thankful that I don't have any children because how can you explain this kind of evil to an innocent?
In combination with obsessive cleaning, and crying jags, I started looking here and here. Because of course there has to be a reason that a hate-filled crazy person picked today. Then, I remembered CRAZY.
Let me just tell you, the ranks of wheelchair marathoners will be huge next year and I will be cheering them on from the sidelines.