I am hating what's going on in Boston. I am afraid for my son, who blithely spent last night at a punk show in New Haven, who goes to school two hours away from Cambridge. He is not in danger. His is fortunate enough to attend a campus full of peaceniks and potheads. Nonetheless, I am afraid for him, and for my friends who live in the Boston area, and for my own past, when I lived there. All of this is foolish. But, oh, those little damaged children. . . .
This is a dumb post, but there you have it.