A Terrible Screaming I
Apr. 9th, 2009 11:01 pmOpening Day is always hell.
Traffic around Fenway coagulates and freezes solid as cars pour in. The sidewalks and parking lots are jammed with all sorts of people wearing Red Sox gear. Flagmen stand in the street, waving cars towards their parking lots at exorbitant rates.
I left early, so as to catch the early shuttle. It never showed. When the next shuttle showed up, it seemed likely that I'd miss my train. I'll be honest: I was pissed off, probably more so than the situation called for.
The shuttle crawled along. It seemed to take forever. But as we passed in front of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, the ground began to shake. We all looked frantically around as a roar of raw sound like nothing I've ever heard before screamed over our heads.
I looked out the window as four military jets in close formation flew very fast and very low, right over our heads. And at that moment I felt it in my bones: I was absolutely helpless. This was a force that no human being could stand against. If the people in those jets wanted me dead, I was dead.
And it occurred to me that living under a threat like that every day must change people in a very fundamental way. How the people in Iraq and Afghanistan must hate us!
Traffic around Fenway coagulates and freezes solid as cars pour in. The sidewalks and parking lots are jammed with all sorts of people wearing Red Sox gear. Flagmen stand in the street, waving cars towards their parking lots at exorbitant rates.
I left early, so as to catch the early shuttle. It never showed. When the next shuttle showed up, it seemed likely that I'd miss my train. I'll be honest: I was pissed off, probably more so than the situation called for.
The shuttle crawled along. It seemed to take forever. But as we passed in front of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, the ground began to shake. We all looked frantically around as a roar of raw sound like nothing I've ever heard before screamed over our heads.
I looked out the window as four military jets in close formation flew very fast and very low, right over our heads. And at that moment I felt it in my bones: I was absolutely helpless. This was a force that no human being could stand against. If the people in those jets wanted me dead, I was dead.
And it occurred to me that living under a threat like that every day must change people in a very fundamental way. How the people in Iraq and Afghanistan must hate us!