It is critically important to understand what, if any, connection these suspects have both to overseas terrorist groups and to domestic folks not yet tied to the bombing, and that project will be far easier if the surviving Mr. Tsarnaev is not killed.
As I and my wife watched, the night was perforated by sirens whizzing by. We slept little hoping for a better tomorrow, but this morning everything is shut down. We're in lock-down while law enforcement does their job and tries to bring an end to this short reign of terror and mayhem.
On Monday morning, more than 23,000 individuals began running the Boston Marathon eager to cross the finish line. But at 2:45 p.m., two bombs detonated at the final stretch of the race leaving 5,756 runners unable to finish.
I feel like I'm living in a crime show. I woke up in Newton this morning on lockdown. I was at the Watertown Library yesterday, we ate at Strip T's, a couple blocks from (what we are told is) one of the suspects' house on Marathon Day.
As passenger airline guidance directs us to attend to the children first, so the media daily news programs present all manner of counselors to advise dialogue for parents to calm children about the horrors in Boston. What about the adults?
One foot after another, for miles on end. Not many of us run in this age of technology and global urbanization, but running is written into our DNA, and what happened in Boston will not destroy the marathon spirit.