so, how ’bout this whole boston thing, huh? i don’t know. i feel like certain people are waiting for me to write something about it because they know boston is special to me. i grew up in ohio & lived there until i was 20 (in toledo & bowling green, mainly), but i moved to boston when i was 22 & stayed for eight years. i feel like i did most of my growing up that is relevant to the person i am now in boston, & that’s where i met jared, who actually did grow up there. that’s where we go on holidays & that’s where we hope to return once jared is finished with school. i consider boston much more my hometown than toledo.
my friend cait works for “runner’s world” & was covering the marathon for them & that is how i personally learned about the whole situation. jared was at school & i put on a livestream of some boston news channel & watched it all day on monday. ramona got a shocking amount of screen time that day, which made me feel like a bad mother, but…shit happens, you know?
everyone that we personally know in boston was just fine. jared learned that a good friend of a former high school classmate was one of the women that was killed. as far as we know, no one we know, no friends of friends or anything, are among the injured.
but obviously it’s still weird to see the town that you consider to be “home” on the news like this.
i don’t really want to write about it at all because i don’t want to be that obnoxious bastard that is all, “one time? my dad’s cousin’s neighbor walked past the twin towers. so, i mean, 9/11 just hit me really hard, you know? i still remember where i was: sipping coffee & enjoying a cruller at dottie’s diner in ames, iowa. dark days, man.” what do i have to say about this whole thing, other than, “oh yeah. i’ve walked down the street. i am familiar with that trash can outside the 7/11”? i mean, who cares?
i do think that the search for the surviving suspect yesterday was absolutely absurd. apparently the situation is that authorities put the city on lockdown so they could search for this guy (although my understanding is that it was only really enforced in the watertown area where they were going door-to-door looking for him, although they shut down the T, which made it difficult for people to really get around that much in other areas). eventually they decided he must be out of the area & they lifted the lockdown. after like fifteen hours. a local resident strolled out into his backyard & noticed blood next to the boat parked there. he lifted the tarp (because don’cha know, every house is new england has a rotting tarped-over boat in the backyard or garage or basement) & saw a dude cowering in there. he ran back into his house & alerted authorities, who massed on the boat & took like nine thousand years to approach it because they were worried it might be “booby-trapped” with explosives. & eventually the kid–who is 19, let’s remember–gave himself up.
really? they had SWAT teams, FBI, ATF, practically every initialed force you can think of aside from the VFW bingo callers making their way through this neighborhood, sweeping people’s home, looking in closets & under beds. they shut down the entire city! but they missed this boat? an obvious hiding place for a wounded fugitive? complete with a telltale trail of blood leading right to it? the lockdown had seriously been lifted for like ten minutes when the resident spotted the guy. what a complete waste of resources! mayor menino was all, “i’m proud of you guys,” to the cops, & it’s like…seriously? why? that was a pretty dramatic show of incompetence, as far as i’m concerned.
i joked about this on facebook, but there was an incident a few years back when a gorilla escaped from the franklin park zoo in boston. it was recaptured while standing around at a bus stop. it had been there for a while & no one said anything because they just assumed it was a guy in a gorilla costume. because that’s boston for you. the missing gorilla couldn’t possibly be the guy in the incredibly realistic gorilla costume that has been hanging around a bus stop two blocks away for like an hour. the fugitive suspect couldn’t possibly be hiding in the boat a block away from where he was last spotted. i mean, i love boston, but jesus christ, people.
still, i feel for all my friends in boston right now. yesterday can’t have been a fun day. i asked jared if he was relieved to have not been in boston yesterday & he said, “i don’t know. not really.” i was like, “because you’d always rather be in boston?” & he said, “even a boston paralyzed by a police dragnet would be more fun than kansas.” i can’t say i disagree with that. & we spent the day like we probably would have had we been in boston: listening to WBUR & making inappropriate jokes.
ciara: “obviously he’s thrown them off the trail by locking himself in the women’s bathroom at 1369. they’ll never look for him there!”
jared: “has anyone checked upstairs at punjabi dhaba? no one EVER goes up there!”
ciara: “he’s probably just having coffee at diesel.”
jared: “yeah, & no one wants to say anything because they don’t want to profile.”i could go on.