So Sad About Us...

Traveling north on I-95 my wife's cellphone went off just a few miles south of Washington D.C. My son called to inform us that there had been "a bombing" at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. His phraseology of "bombing" immediately needed clarification. Not being one to exaggerate we took him at face value but asked for any and all updates. As soon as my wife disconnected the call she searched using her smart phone for further information while I ejected the CD from the player and scanned for an all-News station.
A live feed from Boston was located on a Baltimore affiliate of CBS Radio Network. With much interest we listened. After the first report a local announcer came on to "interpret and rehash" what was said but in doing so he seemed to have taken great liberties in his interpretation, or so we thought.
By this time I was nearing the bridge in Washington. Quite cautiously I scanned the horizon. Planes were off in the distance and one helicopter off toward the Capitol. Nothing unusual. By the time we entered Maryland I noticed a few more than normally situated police vehicles. And by the time we reached the tunnel the presence was seen and felt. To my right a police car had a car pulled over and officers, about four or five in number, looked to have dismantled the vehicle's seats and trunk. My blood pressure started to elevate.
A few miles further  north a police cruiser with siren blasting passed on my right, a shoulder of the highway  not part of the road proper. And officers were noticed near the tolls before the tunnel entrance. A slow stop and go ride through the tunnel did not help to calm my nerves.
Upon leaving the tunnel the AM News station returned indicating that numerous victims were injured, about 20 was the first report. The further north we traveled the higher the number of injuries.
On the NJ Turnpike we picked up the WCBS 880 Radio report. Neither my wife nor I had too much of a conversation other than "Oh God". What to think? jazzbus@gmail.com