Last year at the Boston Comic Con Wilson, Marc and Myself had a ball. So much so that when we started mapping out the cons we wanted to do for this year there was no doubt we wanted to do this show. When the tragedy of the Boston Marathon occurred we all got together and discussed it. I was adamant that we go but I would not begrudge anyone who decided not to go. Having Lived up close and personal with September 11th I understand the trip could be disturbing but I felt that if the show was going to still go on how could we not go. It’s not a bravery thing it was more along the line of showing support to the people of Boston and part of me just thought that the chances of another event happening so soon in the same area would be unlikely. I mean the Marathon explosion happened a few blocks away from the convention so the entire area was a crime scene. I figured the security would probably be the safest I would ever be.
Both Wilson and Marc were fine with still doing the show. Again it’s not a bravery thing as much as we don’t want fear of the unknown to stop us from living our lives. So when I went to bed Thursday night I could not imagine what I would wake up to. I had received texts from friends and family asking if I was in boston already cause as one text put it. “They are Tossing grenades all over Boston.” A quick conversation with WIlson and Marc and we decide on a plan. We will visit Connecticut. We would stop off at the halfway point and hang out while we got more news and honestly we all felt like well if they caught one last night they should catch the other soon. By soon we are thinking a few hours. The lockdown of Boston should be done by noon... 1:00 tops.