During a lull at the Berkeley Food Pantry yesterday, I pulled out my phone and checked the news.
A quiet moment at the desk |
I'd forgotten she was running in the Boston Marathon.
Quilt group: Angie is in the front row, far right |
More clients were coming in the door with their empty Trader Joe's bags and backpacks, and I was trying to read the story under the table, while I checked them in. Finally, I clicked off the phone and paid attention to the matter at hand.
Then I went back to my phone to read more, only to be interrupted again, then back on the phone, until I finally turned off the phone altogether. I sat there trying to help people the best I could, with all the Boston business rattling around in my head.
A blurry picture of Judy at the Pantry a few weeks ago |
Yes.
Leah on Boston Common last week |
Tomorrow we fly to Texas for a week, and the idea of getting on a plane is not appealing, I can tell you, even though Jerry has run through the logic of probable safety.
A month after that, we fly to Boston for Leah's graduation. In 2010, we were in New York City when someone tried to set off a car bomb in Times Square the day after we'd gone to a show there.
Angie, Judy, Leah, us--regular people who could be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
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