A few months ago, my son and I walked down Boylston Street on our way to Fenway Park. We started about a block from the spot where the "finish line" is permanently painted across the street. Its only a mile from there to see the Red Sox play.
After watching about 20 consecutive hours of coverage of the apprehension of the bombing suspects, I feel like there is a big chunk of information missing. I can't wait to see it all more clearly.
'o.o'
RANDOM MUSINGS FROM THE TOP OF THE HILL
4/20/2013
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