Two Boston Shoutouts. The Police and the Young ladies on the Train

I’ll have a lot to say about events in Boston tomorrow with photos, video and several interviews to round it out. But before I upload those videos and do anything else let me give one thank-you and two shout outs.

First thank all those who consented to interviews (either recorded or not) and gave me some of your time. You were all a pleasure to meet.

Now two shout outs. The primary shoutout goes to the all the Police present.

Unlike Chancellorsville the Boston/State and other Police were present and on the ball. While I didn’t like that I was unable to approach the primary rally and cover what people were actually saying which had been my goal, they did yeomans work to keep people safe and prevent those who would have liked to have cracked heads (and believe me there was a significant number of people there with that goal) in check.

So to all the police there, the Boston Police, the State Police, the Transit Police and even the Police who were guarding the parking garage, you symbolized the best of both Boston and Law enforcement and I tip my Fedora to you.

The second shoutout goes to a set of young college age ladies that I don’t know.

By the time I standing in the subway car back heading back to the parking garage at Alewife Station my body, which had gone all day without food or water on a hot day while running all around the Boston Common covering the story, finally had its say. I found myself suddenly dizzy and nauseous and had to sit, so I lowered myself to the floor taking my laptop bag and camera off from around my neck. Immediately three young ladies standing next to me were at my side offering me water and a fourth offered me her seat.

All of these ladies had been at the protest and were carrying signs to that effect. I suspect none of them were Trump supporters or shared anything close to my political views.

But here, away from the crowd, their concern wasn’t with who I voted for or what I thought of the various event I had seen. All they saw was a fifty something man in some distress and wanted to help, our common humanity overrode everything else.

They did me a great service, not only by giving me a hand but by reminding me not to judge all those in attendance by the signs they carried or by the lowest common denominator of a crowd at a time when I most needed that reminder.

In this age of division it was a breath of fresh air. Ladies I tip my fedora to you


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