Spring is FINALLY peeking it's flower buds here in Boston, services are being held for the MIT police officer, the two young women and the young boy who were killed in the Boston Marathon bombings of last week, and the city seems to be healing. I heard a quote on the radio the other day that really got me thinking. After you have something like a bomb got off in your hometown, you realize "everytime a bomb goes off somewhere it is someone's hometown." We do not live with daily scares as cities like Baghdad, Kandahar, Jerusalem or even New York do, but it was my hometown this time. Last weekend we needed a mental and physical change of scenery so we went down to the beautiful coastal town of Duxbury, MA to stay with some friends, run in the grass and play with their crazy yellow labs, Olivia and George.
Photos with my iPhone
As we took a walk on the beach we saw some people clamming, right off the neighborhood. How cool is that?