What the HELL? I've been pissed and kind of in a daze all day, its really surreal to see news footage of places your familiar with being bombed. I mean seriously. And having grown up in Boston, Patriot's Day being a holiday, affectionately also known as Marathon Monday scores of people, young and old watch the marathon on television as well as attend somewhere along the race route. Its heartbreaking to know that children and parents and anyone with watching the live coverage had to witness that.
I'm quite the stoic individual, nothing is wrong, i'm always fine, but I'm not.. rarely am I. But I'm not going to lie I'm a bit shaken and I don't even live in MA/Boston anymore, I live in Pittsburgh. Feeling disconnected and away, difficult to gauge and help. I really do love my hometown and homecity, I don't go and visit but really I don't do that because I'm not sure there are people there to visit. But Boston is culturally unique not like anywhere I've lived its really a camaraderie a brotherly/sisterly city where you bitch, piss, moan, bicker and quarrel but at the end of the day you're all connected, your all Bostonian.
I don't know I'm just venting, but I did, I shed a tear... not at reading all the stories of loss and carnage, but what put me over the edge and broke my stoic little walls was the footage of the Yankee's playing Sweet Caroline. Small gesture, and no I don't think NYers sang with the gusto of the Fenway faithful, but it was a moving one, one that displayed the got your back attitude of most New Englanders in general.
I don't know that I have a point, or a grand lesson or anything really. I just needed to put down my thoughts, because frankly they're going to keep me awake. I'm hoping for a swift and targeted investigation that quickly yeilds the responsible parties and brings them to justice, because as I've seen in many a meme lately, you don't fuck with Boston man, you fucked with the wrong town!
