it's been 10 days since the Boston Marathon Bombing. one suspect dead, the other one caught and now at an infirmary at Fort Devens in Central Mass.
here's the post that i wrote the day after it happened but never posted.
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i moved to Boston in 1986 just a few months after graduating from college. i had visited for the first time a couple of months earlier, falling immediately in love with this beautiful city. for years, i would join friends to watch the boston marathon on patriots day at various points along the route. or i would walk through copley after work when the last of the runners would be coming through. the ones that would bring a tightness to your throat because you knew just by looking at them that they were not natural runners. but their effort was that much more poignant. much more impressive to me than the elite runners that had come through hours before. anyway, these folks never made it to the finish line, because the race was stopped a good 3 or 4 hours.
i think that unless you've been in boston for the marathon, it's hard to imagine what the day means to us. sure it's the runners. and the baseball game. if you've become a littel hardened like me - heh - it's also the hassle of having to deal with all of these people and traffic getting to and from your job. but it's also our official first day of spring, regardless of the weather. it's also patriot's day. a day that celebrates freedom as it's the start of the Revolutionary War. so here we are.
my chest is tight with heartbreak for the people who were hurt yesterday.
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i never finished the post. i just spent the week when i wasn't at work, in front of the tv watching the constant coverage. last friday, when the authorities essentially closed boston, cambridge and watertown, i was at home, 35 miles away, safe, where life went on as usual, wishing i were back in boston. the neighborhoods affected - allston, brighton, watertown - were my old stomping grounds. and i felt so alone.
i have a lot more thoughts about everything that has happened in the past week and a half but maybe they are for another blog post.
i'm feeling better though. just yesterday i honked at and then flipped off (only after he flipped me off first. i am not an animal) a fellow driver who cut me off on the way home. so you know, things are getting back to normal.