Terror has reared it's ugly head. Hate has made its presence known in the midst of an innocent annual rite of spring. It's going to be tense for a time. Our hearts go out to the families who lost loved ones in The Boston Marathon bombings, Our hearts also go out to those injured, some of whom remain critical. On a personal note, as a Boston native, I've walked the very same stretch of sidewalk where the bombing occurred in Copley Square countless times. I walked that sidewalk when I was no more than 4 years old holding my mother and fathers hand. I walked that sidewalk as a teen visiting my brother at work on Boylston St, the very building which had its glass blown out by the bomb blast. As a young man I ate at Abe And Louies, a fantastic steakhouse in the heart of Copley Square. Across the street at The Boston Public Library, we used to open ths stairwell doors so the homeless people could slip inside to stay warm. I was born in Boston and grew up in Boston, today I hurt with Boston.