I’ve been remiss for awhile, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about writing. Things have been a mixture of horrible and heroic here in the Boston, Mass. area. You’ve all heard about the Boston Marathon bombings. This area has been hit very hard. And despite the stories of heroism and patriotism, the air here is still heavy.
My publicist personally knows at least 20 people who were running. The worse news came a day later when she learned that one of the victims, Jeff Bauman, is the running partner of her children’s former babysitter, who remains a close family friend. My publicist did not know Mr. Bauman, who lost both legs in the bombing, but naturally, the news was very disturbing.
On Friday, April 19, seven or eight police officers, armed with automatic weapons, shields and full body armor, descended on my apartment and searched every closet, nook, cranny, Rubbermaid container and laundry basket in search for the second suspect. My apartment wasn’t the only one combed through. Every home, garage and business within a certain area was part of the investigation. It was all very intimidating and, truthfully, very scary.
I promise to get back up to speed this weekend, I’ve got a lot of ideas and stories about great ladies to share. Please bear with me as we all try and settle back into our daily routines here.
Very gratefully, Louisa