I made it into the Bronx, dumped my car in a fenced-in pay lot around 200th street, grabbed a couple notebooks and pens, my keys and the clothes on my back and started walking toward the war zone.
9/11
SPECIAL FEATURE: BOSTON’S MARATHON APOCALYPSE
In hashing out what happened on that dark day three years ago, it’s important to consider the Bay State’s history as an apocalyptic ground zero