Boston is a tough little town – always has been.
We face down Mother Nature’s worst - blizzards, hurricanes,
fire, and floods (both water and molasses).
And human nature’s worst - unjust rulers, criminals, bigots, and
downright scoundrels.
A decade ago, we faced the devil incarnate.
Every time we walk through American Airlines Gate B32, we
get a shiver up our spine knowing the bastard himself was right there at 7am on
September 11, 2001. Walking down the
same jet way. Breathing the same air.
Yesterday, we faced him again.