Yesterday, I was headed to the Boylston Street Apple Store.

That meant getting off at the Copley Green Line stop and walking where the horror and carnage of Boston Marathon bombings occurred.

It meant walking on a sidewalk that was once stained with blood. Past a spot where people died.

Every time I pass by there I can’t help but think of the bombings and their aftermath, of the shock and disbelief as word first reached the newsroom. Of going home that night and seeing a city on full alert, choppers hovering, police cars roaring by with lights on.... More

I was sitting in a museum bench staring up at the “slurry wall.”

The bench, made of simple fine-grained walnut, was like one you might find in any museum in the world. The slurry wall, that felt monumental. It towered over the hall and the visitors.

The wall is one of the exhibits in the National September 11 Memorial & Museum in New York. Although, it isn’t really correct to call it an exhibit. It’s literally part of the complex itself.

It’s a retaining wall of concrete held in place by giant bolt anchors drilled into the bedrock. It... More