Boston Redux
So here we are. The Boston Marathon bombers are dead or captured. We know no one else (allegedly) was involved. We also know there's a chance New York was next. So why don't I feel resolved? Clearly, these two were amateurs (which I guessed from the start, because I suspect the bombs were both supposed to go off at the same time). But they were able to wreak havoc for four days, even shutting down a major city. I was alternately fascinated, repelled, and horrified at the brother in the boat, bleeding to death and probably sorry, so sorry, he had done this. (I don't know how he managed to climb out of the boat unaided, as the next photo we had was of him lying close to death on the ground with oxygen masks and medics all around). And what of the mom and dad in Russia who could not believe their sons did this? "I know my son," the mother said of the older brother. How often have I said this about my own child? And yet, there ...