I’m watching Brian Williams
on the 6:30 news. Watertown has finally
released its lockdown. People can leave their homes. The authorities have canvassed the area, door
to door, and have not found the suspected marathon bomber. Within fifteen minutes or so, gunfire is
heard live on TV. Attention shirts to
another area of Watertown. It’s about
7:15, and my Book Club is starting at 7:30.
I send an email that I’ll be late. My heart is in Boston, I write. The story unfolds and within the hour Dzhokhar A. Tsarnaev is caught. Alive.
People cheer. Some joy at the end
of a horrible week.
A friend from
Boston sends me this. I think it says it
all.
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