In class today, Ryne was looking at his phone, which is against my rules. "Put that thing away," I say to him. He looks up with that mild expression of his and says, "Somebody bombed the Boston Marathon and two people were killed."
"Whaaaaat? Keep looking."
Boston is one of my cities. As my boss, Edward T. Wilcox used to say while chain smoking, "This is the Athens of America."
It's also the city where Robert McCloskey set Make Way for Ducklings. It's home of Fenway Park and the Boston Red Sox. It's home of the Freedom Trail and the Union Oyster House, Louisburg Square, Houghton-Mifflin, baked beans, and the glorious Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum.
It's the Charles River, the MTA, the BSO, and the magnificent First Church of Christ, Scientist. It's magical.
It is obscene that someone bombed this city.