4 hours and 9 minutes into the race is when the Average Joe's are finishing up, is when the winners' interviews are over, is when the sidewalks are crowded with family and friends. It wasn't surprising that the woman crossing the finish line was more absorbed in the buttons on her wristwatch than on the boom-cum-smoke behind her.
The pictures will soon be iconic - the young father carrying an infant, cradling that little head in his hands, the runners crumpling to the ground as the concussive force of the blast met their within-sight-of-the-finish-line-exhausted bodies, the brightly colored flags waving in the white smoke. There will be stories of heroism and near misses; I'm so glad you got off that rooftop, Miss Sarah. But that is in the future. Right now, my head is about to explode.
TBG's voice held more outrage than did the reporter and eyewitness for the Boston Globe, who was giving his first hand account on CNBC. There was a curiously flat affect, an out of body sense, as if he were both there and looking at it from the outside. I know just how he feels.
This kind of thing couldn't possibly happen to you until it happens to you. The mind has to figure out what to do with the information. It takes a while.
I never heard about Patriot's Day before this afternoon. The Red Sox play a Patriot's Day game every year; I hope they are checking Fenway Park. Chris Matthews is reminding us that the bad guys target the happiest of times, the events that make America, America. I know that's true; Christina-Taylor and I were participating in American democracy when the mayhem started.
No one is claiming responsibility.... but it's on ESPN as well as on CNBC so somebody is missing a golden publicity opportunity. There are so many ways that this can play out. None of them are good.
It's awful and I can't stop watching it. I'm blinking back tears and my heart is breaking. The words, the horrible words streaming below the equally terrible pictures, tell me that at least one leg has been amputated. The obvious cruelty is almost too much to bear.
Fox is telling me that there is a “person of interest” in custody while the Chief of Police tells me there is not.
Once again, the initial reports are far from accurate. I'm too aggravated to rant about the media's rush to be first, even at the expense of reality. Linking a fire at the JFK Library to the Marathon blasts was a good story, even if it wasn't true.
Little Cuter called before we could call her. We spent some minutes reassuring one another that we were fine, that those we loved were fine, that we weren't PTSD-ing all over the place. I hate that we have to make these kinds of calls, but I'm so glad that we are here to do so.
That's the kind of logic that arises from these twisted events.