JD had been away in Puerto Rico and not followed the coverage in the media. This may have been to his great benefit, but you could tell there was a wave of it hitting him here on the mainland. He watched with rapt attention the interview and the first-hand video of the explosion. It's almost too much to bear. This does not happen in Boston, should not, can not. We go through different verbs, but this is not the Patriot's Day we know from growing up on the North Shore with a Marathon fanatic mother. This was not supposed to happen.
The surprise. The explosion tearing through the blue-skied, triumphant, privileged finish line, orange white clouds rising with the screams. The deep-rooted cynicism latent in the second explosion, timed to hurt people rushing to the site of the first one. These things scythed deep in the psyche of a child of Boston.