Add IED to the List

The absence of intrusive, boisterous, obstructionist educationalists continued at gym. Most calming. Good session although the only sticking piece from the science podcasts was some bit about Australopithecus Sediba naturally overpronating.

This put me to mind of the IEDs in Boston yesterday. Ugly. Quite fitting for that city, I hate to say.

I used to travel to Boston a couple of times a year. Not fun. The airport proper is not too bad, if a bit creaky, but it is downhill from there. If one is motoring then the first joy that disappears is the tunnel under the river into the city proper where six lanes neck down to two and everyone is playing barbarian bumper cars. Alternately, if one is going to stay in city there is the subway which is a patchwork of patches and environmental disasters. The section where they have diesel buses running exclusively in tunnels is a toss up between coughing up your lungs or tossing your cookies, to use the vernacular. And the odor sits on you the whole trip so that everyone knows you have ridden the subway to and from the airport.

If you are leaving the city, as I most often was, to go to Cold Regions Research and Engineering Laboratory, one got to contend with street designed for mopeds, none orthogonal or adequately marked – a quaint New England custom not localized to Boston – before an interminable motor through depressing countryside.

Staying in city was worse. If one was going to one of the shules on the Charles, there was the joy of dealing with folk of such arrogance as to make congressional staffers seem humble and modest. If one was going downtown the atmosphere was one of impending injury either from muggers or constabulary. Surliness characterized the inhabitants and depression. The only good thing I can say about Boston is that it always made me delighted to return to Alibam.

That was my experience, and while it is individual it is surprisingly uniform. So while I sympathize for those harmed yesterday I sympathize more for all who went to Boston in joyful expectation.

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