Where is he?



"Where are you?" I texted my son at 3 p.m., right after I heard that bombs exploded at the finish line of The Boston Marathon. There were injuries, perhaps deaths, at that time unconfirmed, numbers of victims unclear. Confusion. Chaos. I made an instantaneous inventory, literally in the blink of an eye, I saw each child clearly: daughter one, at work in Worcester, daughter two working at home and her babies with her, daughter three at work in Marlborough -- all far from the horror...