We all have our hometown. Mine isn’t Boston, I was born on the Cape. But I went to college there, I worked there, and I loved it there. Boston isn’t the biggest town, it’s not the oldest town, and it’s not even the prettiest town. But those of us who have (and do) lived there are as fanatically proud of their town as any I have ever encountered.
As a child growing up all roads led to Boston. The Red Sox, the Bruins, the Celtics, and the Patriots. They weren’t always the best teams but they were ours, they belonged to us. We took a personal interest in everything Boston even though we didn’t live there. Since John Adams, it is and always has been the center of New England.
Monday was a typical Patriots Day in Boston. The Red Sox played an early game. The Celtics and Bruins had games scheduled as well. It’s almost like the homecoming game in school. There are parades everywhere. Years ago I owned a house in Bedford right off Massachusetts Avenue just past Lexington and before you got to Concord. Patriots Day is so special on so many levels. The Boston Marathon started in Hopkinton, and goes right through the city and ends in Copley Square.
Yes, Monday was a typical Patriots Day until 2:45 pm, then, not so much. Amidst the smoke and the shrapnel the video shows one interesting thing, dozens and dozens of people running TOWARD the bomb site. At the time these people didn’t know if there were other bombs that were ready to explode. They just wanted to help and so they ran toward the danger, not away from it. It wasn’t just the Boston PD and Boston FD, it was regular spectators who immediately saw the need and responded. It was easy to be wicked proud of the response, of the town, and of the people. Way to go Boston!