There's a lot of flag waving and saber rattling, and of course the ridiculous Westboro Baptist Church has threatened to picket the funerals of the Boston Marathon Massacre victims, but really they bore me and who the hell cares? There is a weariness in the air. We've been through this too many times already. We're getting used to chaos.
The closest I came to tears was when I heard that the Yankees were going to play "Sweet Caroline" at their game tonight, the signature song of the Boston Red Sox. It won't help anyone, but it was such a sweet gesture that it moved me. I was hoping they wouldn't get a chance to pay us back for having been equally nice to them after September 11. But I guess the world is in such a state that at one point or another we're all going to have to learn to be compassionate and caring towards our "enemies" at least for a little while. Then we'll forget and go back to the Yankees hating the Red Sox and the Red Sox hating the Yankees and I'll probably feel a little better then, because THAT at least is normal. This quiet sadness is not.