"Roadrunner (Once)" - Jonathan Richman
Sorry for my absence during this particular moment. I've been dealing with all my manner of things professional and personal -- got to have dinner with bbw on Thursday night, which was delightful, had the boy in town for the weekend before he heads off for finals, had my crappy but beloved laptop die on me on Sunday (hard drive utterly fried), and then had an arbitration today for a client that I desperately want to impress. So I was prepping part of Sunday, all day yesterday, and left the house at 5:00 AM this morning to get a jump on things.
As a result I feel like I am the one person on earth who has only seen about ten minutes of television coverage on the Boston bombing. (I spent a lot of time exchanging texts last night with a host of people I know in and from the area -- no casualties in my circle to date. Glad to see our very dear friend oddjob is unscathed.)
Although I left the area over thirty years ago, I still feel a powerful connection to the city and state. The rest of my family has remained firmly rooted on the North Shore and a lot of my Brandeis buddies stayed in the area after graduation. I love the whole Patriots' Day, Marathon, and early Red Sox game ritual -- I once experienced snow at a game against the Yankees on Patriot's Day. Reggie Jackson looked mighty unhappy near us in right field.
I have no words of wisdom on this, no hunches worth a damn, and no sense what might have motivated it. I assume that in the world of cameras both official and private likely to have been in operation in that part of the world that there is a decent chance that the perp was captured by someone. I also assume that there is some pretty good forensic evidence available from the explosive devices. I hope they find the prick who did it. In the meantime, I hope people in Boston just go about their business unfazed. I have a feeling that they will. There's a toughness to the place that I always liked, even if it could be unpleasant.
What's happening with all of you? I am totally out of it.
