Dirty Water
The title of this post may be a bit trite, I don't care. Although I live in New Hampshire, I am, like the rest of the country, reeling from the attacks at the Boston Marathon yesterday. I grew up in the city of Waltham, which is not far from Boston. I only moved to New Hampshire when I was 12, and one of my earliest memories of Boston is a field trip to visit the Museum of Science. It's always been "the city, " that magical place where Life happened. Even though I'm from New Hampshire, I love Boston. I am completely comfortable on the T (the subway system). I'll walk around Chinatown, visiting my favorite bakeries (but not at night.) The Freedom Trail, the USS Constitution... It's Boston. It's my home. I found out about the bombings when I made my daily trip to the bank for work, the teller asked if I knew anything else about the "explosions." That's the key word there. Explosions. My first thought was "manhole cover? The Big D...