These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
I don't accept what happened yesterday. Not Copley Square. Not Boston. No.
As a Chicagoan, I have always felt a great affinity for Boston. The neighborhoods, the public transportation, Fenway ... it's like a smaller, slightly more manageable version of home. Los Angeles feels alien to me, Manhattan intimidates me, but Boston welcomes me.
I have been on the verge of tears since I heard yesterday.
My only small comfort is that the "explosion" at the JFK Library was, in reality, a rather benign electrical fire.
Watching the news coverage this morning I see Bostonians driving and walking and riding their bikes, heading to work and getting on with their lives. You GO!
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