24 hours ago, I was coming home from a day in Boston. We spent a chilly, but fun, day on Boylston St. /Massachusetts Ave. area and caught the Afternoon Red Sox game. It was a fun day.
Today, during the Boston Marathon, one of the most important events in the city, on Patriots Day, our holiday commemorating the start of the Revolution in Lexington and Concord Mass., an act of horror unfolded.
2 bombs were set off at the finish line of the Marathon. Over 100 were injured, at least 2 dead at this writing. I was just there. It is a place of fun, and one of my favorite spots on this Earth to go for a good meal and a ballgame with my beloved Red Sox. That has been sullied.
May justice fall on those responsible, and may God have mercy on them, for I will have a hard time giving them any.
Just learned that the final mile of the Marathon was dedicated to the victims of the Newtown shooting. Parents of some of the murdered children were guests of the Marathon, and were sitting in the Grandstand right in front of the bombs. So sad.
One of the fatalities was an 8 year old…