One More


It’s nice when others are able to express the things we do not know how to say. My initial reaction to Friday’s manhunt was a lot like this:

Compassion for Dzhokhar? Call Me Crazy.


Then, on Saturday, I visited the memorial on Boylston – a tangible representation of pain and tragedy. These grainy cell phone pictures don’t have a fraction of the power of that sight. I know what I felt in that moment, but about Dzhokhar, I still don’t know what to feel.