I spent the entire day yesterday glued to the TV, on lockdown.  I mean I guess I could have done something productive with my time but I felt like if I stepped away from the TV, something would happen.  The bombing suspect was holed up in the next neighborhood over from mine, only about three miles away.  The governor of Massachusetts ordered us to stay indoors.  All I heard all day was sirens.  All I saw on the TV were SWAT teams going from door to door in Watertown, checking if he was in the house.  All I got all day were message asking me how I was doing, how was I holding up.  A friend actually sent me a biblical verse to read, which I did when things started to get really scary.  Who knew what this madman was going to do?  Where would he strike next?

I hardly ever use this blog to express anger about things.  I use this thing to make jokes and post funny pictures, but this bombing situation has made me extremely angry.  How could you target the marathon?  The Boston Marathon?  How much of a coward do you have to be to strike at the heart of one of the things that makes this city great and unites it?  Do you have something against people overcoming odds and obstacles to run in one of the world’s greatest marathons?  OK, enough.

Well, my city seems to be coming back to normal.  This first picture will be of the non-normal variety, however:

 

Yeah, that is a humvee next to Park Street station.  Nope, no idea why it was there.  It was by the way empty at the time.  But what made it so Boston was that a guy decided to start doing street preaching in front of it.  And to make it super Boston, another guy was heckling him:

 

Oh well.  Boston marathon bomber, you might have brought Boston to a standstill for a day, but you will change it!