And then Jon reminded me that it was Marathon Day. Jon and I are both former Bostonians. In fact,
Five minutes later, I called Jon back about something trivial. Before I said a word, he told me about the two explosions. We quickly got off the phone, and I've been glued to the news ever since. I feel ill. All this news footage is my old neighborhood. I know the area so intimately. I lived one block from the marathon's finish line. Twenty years ago today, I was sitting on my fire escape watching the runners come in. If I were there today, I'd have felt the bomb blast.
I don't get back to Boston as often as I'd like, but I still have ties. I still get emails from the Harvard Bookstore. A few minutes ago I got notification that they'd cancelled their author event for this evening. They wrote:
Our thoughts and prayers are with the victims, the runners, the spectators, and the first responders. Stay safe and take care of each other."I sincerely hope never to receive an email like this from a bookstore again. My thoughts are with all of Boston today.