With the news this week of the tragedy that took place, it got me thinking about these lyrics:

Please come to Boston
For the springtime
I’m stayin’ here with some friends
And they’ve got lots of room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin’ soon
Please come to Boston
She said no, boy you come home to me

Today, as I sit and watch the news coverage, I’ve got this song in my head. Remembering my first trip to Boston. Going to Fenway and watching Nolan Ryan pitch against Roger Clemens and yes, I did just date myself. But today, as a Yankee fan, I can say that I support Boston. Boston is a town full of history, the pride, the beauty, the days in the fall, a night game a Fenway, Cheers and some wonderful people. Today, I watch a town that is suffering and millions and millions of Americans, asking the question, yet again, WHY? Why would someone want to harm others. Why would some want to kill Americans? And at the end of the day, there are no answers. There are just more questions.

So tonight, hug your kids just a little tighter. Tell them that you love them.  And say a prayer for those that have been taken away from us too early and their families that are left behind asking why.