The afternoon/evening of marathon day, Isaac had a Little League practice, which went ahead as usual. The field where the practice took place is right next to I-93, one of the major highways leading into Boston. As we were standing there, at one point a long string of police cars went by on the highway, heading toward the city -- probably two dozen or more in a row, all speeding by with their sirens and lights going. They were state and local police both. I guess they were going as backup to help secure the crime scene and the hospitals and so forth. It was kind of weird and freaky to see that, while we were hanging out in the lovely sunshine under a blue sky, on the green grass, playing baseball.
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Too close for comfort, really.
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