I was hiking in the North Georgia mountains on the night that a bomb blew up in Centennial Olympic Park. This was long before iPhones and even regular cell phones were something of a novelty. We were oblivious and when I got home I turned on the TV to see if anything interesting happened in the Olympics during the day. We were shocked when the coverage was not a recap of the day in the Olympics but instead wall-to-wall coverage of the explosion, of death, of injury, of fear. It took a couple days for the horror to wear off, but after that the feeling was replaced by anger and defiance. They can’t do this to us.

I went with some friends to Centennial Olympic park a couple days after they re-opened the park and apparently the whole city of Atlanta had the same idea, too. This seemed like a great idea when I was young and didn’t have children. It was elbow-to-elbow people inside the park. If there had been a follow-up bomb the casualties would have been double or triple that original incident. That’s fine, we as a city were out to let people know we weren’t going to be afraid.

I don’t know a whole lot of people in the Boston area, only a few. The ones that I do know, however, are tougher and harder bitten than us here in Atlanta. If we were tough and defiant, I expect they will be even more so. I hope double the number of people turn out for the Boston Marathon next year and I hope justice is swiftly brought to whoever caused this. I don’t just hope the people of Boston will be brave,because I know they will, it’s in their blood.