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!