Writing from Boston, Reason contributor Garrett Quinn reports on what he saw and heard yesterday at the Boston Marathon bombings:
Men in military fatigues and heavily armored SWAT teams were everywhere you turned. Adding to the bizarreness of what I was seeing was the large number of drunks that were in a strange state of terrorism-induced-soberness. People in Red Sox jerseys, clearly under the influence, were walking around in a daze next to lanyarded marathon volunteers. One kept muttering “Holy fuck dude!” while another clad in an Ortiz jersey fumbled with his phone presumably trying to call Mom and let her know he was OK.