I grew up IN Boston. So did my parents. Not in a suburb of Boston, but in the city itself. So the enormity and gravity of this tragedy hits way too close to home. I am pretty certain that when they eventually do my autopsy they will find bits and pieces of the Boston Bruins, Fanueil Hall, The Public Garden, Fenway Park, The Boston Harbor, the Esplanade, and the Charles River firmly entrenched in my DNA. We’ve pahked our cahs in Hahvahd yahd (figuratively, but not literally, because it is damn near impossible to actually park anywhere near there). I have always loved the freakin’ dirty water everyone sings about in that iconic song. My grandfather was a firefighter in Boston. We cheer for the hometown teams and I bleed black and gold for the Boston Bruins…

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