I didn’t go into town to watch the Marathon this year. I stayed home to prepare for class. I heard about the bombs while walking to a drug store to buy pens. I was crossing Massachusetts Avenue when the news burst onto my phone—frantic texts about explosions. Head down, heart sinking, I nearly ran into a towering figure in black: a reënactor, Paul Revere on a speckled horse. He was riding to Lexington, a ride forlorn.
We have never been there, but we loved the word, and there is always something magic about American place names.
Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees, on “Massachusetts” (via keepcalmandcutabitch)