Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Thinking of Boston


I've quit wondering why people would harm innocent people just because they think they own the truth. They simply do and always will. I happen to have very good friends in Boston - and incidentally will be there in 2 days - and I feel close to this - usually - very peaceful city. I just wanted to pay it and its inhabitants a small tribute by posting a photo of the latest Paris Marathon. 

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  1. In memory.
    We must keep running in the marathon of life.

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    1. "We must keep running in the marathon of life." true!

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  2. Thank you, Eric. Your tribute means a lot.

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  3. Thank you Eric for this sweet gesture to Boston. Have a safe trip and enjoy your visit. Anne

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  4. I'm sure your kind words are much appreciated, Eric. You'll find a somber but still strong Boston when you get there. Stay safe and let me know if you find yourself in NYC.

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  5. Very fitting tribute. I hope your trip to Boston is safe and enjoyable.

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  6. Merci, mon ami. I don't know why anyone would do this, but your words are apt: "I've quit wondering why people would harm innocent people just because they think they own the truth."

    My friend ran that marathon and finished fast, before the bombs went off. I'm so thrilled he missed that, and so sorry for those who didn't.

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    1. Wow you knew someone in among the racers?! that must have been frightening.

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  7. yes, it is so very sad..that why we have to enjoy every minute of our lifes...have a save trip ,Eric..Kara

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  8. I recall once again the day after 9/11/11, when the chairman of a committee where I worked wanted to cancel the evening meeting. I said terrorists want to disrupt our life. Keep living our life, don't stop. If we stop and hide because of them, they win. We had the meeting.

    Your tribute is nicely done. Merci.

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    1. I really agree with that "If we stop and hide because of them, they win".

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  9. Oops. 9/11/01 is what I meant.

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  10. Thank you for your thoughtful post. Like music, marathons represent a special kind of solidarity.

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  11. Like air travel . . . hosting, participating in or watching a running event just got a whole lot more complicated and less enjoyable.

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  12. Thank you for your lovely sentiments and all of your Paris pics. Your blog is a sanctuary for me.

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  13. Thanks for this picture.

    Let's all pray for the people in Boston.

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  14. Thank you Eric, for this lovely post. Have a wonderful trip to Boston.

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  15. Thank you for this post--some friends of ours were two blocks away when the explosions happened. Enjoy your time in Boston!

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  16. This is a fine tribute photo, Eric. The people of Boston are tough. They won't let this set them back. I predict that next year more than 50,000 people will apply to run in the race.

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  17. I lived in Boston for 4 years during grad school, and my older son was born there. We lived very near the Marathon's finish line, and loved to walk [or in the baby's case, ride his stroller] up to Brookline to see the first wave of runners arrive. Our apt.-mate, himself a runner, would bring bunches of quartered oranges to hand out-- a marathon custom that I imagine is now, sadly, considered to hazardous for the runners to accept? We felt very "in the know" to be among those who knew before the race officials that Rosie Ruiz had not really won the women's title, b/c she was not the first woman we saw approach the finish [Google her name; she started with the other entrants, but then sneaked out & took a car into town, ensuite waited a plausible amount of time before jogging back in a spot after our watching point, ahead of all the honest women racers.] It was always such a delightful way for our family to spend a Spring day.... Hélas, now it is chilling to think we were right there, and with our baby, and the innocence of the memories is tinged with sadness...

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