I wonder if there are Muslim extremists out there in the ocean trying to find Osama bin Laden's body. There must be. Those people are crazy and I'd put nothing past them. Certainly there are people in Pakistan, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan and all the other stans who are working a scam for believers. Hey, people in California are still looking for Bigfoot.
My granddaughter is safely home from college in Boston, as are thousands like her. I am grateful for that. Beantown is back to normal, or should I say, the new normal. I don't have much of a feel for Boston even though I've been there often enough, but I understand that's the nature of the town.
I hate driving there. In fact, there are two places I refuse to drive, Boston and anywhere in Italy. I've been to a couple Bruins games with family, went to a Celtics game many years ago and visited friends at The Globe. I saw the Red Sox Roger Clemens pitch his last game at Fenway against the Yankees. I've been to an editorial cartoonist's association convention there and one time I ate the contents of my finger bowl at the posh Parker House restaurant thinking it was lemon soup.
Still, I don't know Boston as well as I know New York City. I can't picture the area where the bombs went off whereas I can picture just about every part of Manhattan. That's the way Boston is. It's the kind of city you know a little bit of even if you've been there dozens of times.Copyright © 2015, The Baltimore Sun