The Stendells sang it so well...
"Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river, Charles.
Aw, that's what's happenin' baby
That's where you'll find me
Along with lovers, buggers and thieves.
Well, I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston you're my home."
Today Boston is America's home.
On a sunny Monday while our East Coast brothers celebrated the 117th Boston Marathon, terror erupted. Individuals went from cheering for runners to caring for the injured. Lives were changed in a heartbeat.
On Monday our nation was left shocked, scared, stunned, and heartbroken.
The week was young.
As the week progressed, law enforcement in and around Boston worked tirelessly while Bostonians heeded requests to stay indoors. The media nearly talked themselves into a babbling tizzy.
It culminated with an arrest on Friday. Ironically enough Friday is Patriot's Day. Yes, April 19th is Patriot's Day. Patriot's Day, for those of you not in the know, celebrates the first battles of the American Revolution (the battles of Lexington and Concord). The night before this first battle was Paul Revere's ride to warn the minutemen.
Boston, we love you.
I first met Boston when I was a high school teenager. My parents took my sister and I on a vacation to Boston so we could "learn some American history." My mother insisted we walk the Freedom Trail. All of it.
We walked in and out of over fifteen historical places while my parents seemingly read ever placard they encountered. It was the longest walk of my life. I complained loudly during the entire walk.
As a surly teenager, I have almost no memory of the actual historical sites, but I do remember seeing one cute Bostonian boy after another. My sister and I were convinced Boston was the hub of all beautiful young men. I'm now 39-ish, and I still think this may be true.
Case in point: Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, Edward Norton, Matthew Perry, Steve Carell, and my hubby.
The point is
Boston, you made America proud this week.
You are wicked pissah!