I feel a little strange just ignoring the fact that a senseless act of violence marred my favorite day of the year in Boston and just going on with my normal blog (as sporadic as it is). I was there, but far enough away to be out of harm's way. I was near the hospital district after attending the Red Sox game and saw a line of 20 or so State Police motorcycle officers speeding towards the finish line and a steady line of ambulances traveling back and forth. The whole feel in Boston was tense and unnerving. I was also there this past Saturday at the first Red Sox home game since the bombing. The feeling was still a bit tense, but relieved as the immediate threat was eliminated. The tribute to the victims, and all the professionals, volunteers and bystanders who had a hand in helping was very moving. And, I will be there next Patriot's Day to watch baseball and runners as they near the finish line. I will never understand why some think that violence will solve anything, but I will not allow fear to stop me from enjoying all the sights, activities and friendly interactions I normally have in Boston on Patriot's Day.
And, to quote Forrest Gump, that's all I have to say about that.