Two explosive devices detonated in Boston today. I went to university in Boston; the city schooled me. I fell in love, got robbed, and even did a little growing up. I lived too close to Kenmore Square to enjoy Patriots Day much. The crowds always stayed amiable, but the crush could get intense, even in usually deserted locales like Charlie’s Diner and Nemo’s Pizza, a few doors down from Store 24.

I don’t understand why anyone would lob bombs in the midst of all that happiness. I don’t care what cause or creed is invoked by the perpetrators; nothing can justify the murder and maiming of innocents.

No blog post tonight. My imagination (and heart) is in Boston.