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!