For my Adopted City, or: “Boston you’re my home…”

I’ve walked Boylston street too many times to recall. Between the ages of 17 through 21, I lived, loved, studied, discovered, and utterly evolved in a city that felt like some vibrant Hellenic slice of America. My time in Boston helped shape me in ways I’m still discovering. The pain sweeping through Beantown right now — the dead, the injured, the first responders, the emergency personnel, people scared in their homes, cell phone towers shut down, those not knowing if their loved ones are OK — unbelievable.

I don’t have a fount of eloquence right now. Boston always has my love and support.

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