So this little part of the country up here we call New England is a little on edge after yesterdays bombings at the Boston Marathon. What makes it so scary is that it happened on the streets I have walked down before. The ones I'd go bar hopping with friends who went to College just a short distance away. I thought back to those good times and now feel sadness because those streets are now scarred and will never be the same... I texted my friend Becky last night, I told her I wanted to give her a hug, for her and for her beloved Beantown. She now lives outside the city with her husband and two children and commutes to work, but these are her streets and I feel so sad that someone has broken them.