The bananas sat rotting. The bagels would have gone stale. The plastic trash bags used as makeshift parkas whipped around street corners, only to be snagged by prickly bushes.
Otherwise the downtown streets were eerily quiet Tuesday in the aftermath of Monday’s two bombings that killed three and maimed 176 at the Boston Marathon.
As with most instances of terrorism, the victims are innocent. The 23,000 runners and their support network of friends and family were crammed in Beantown for the sole reason of witnessing the runners’…
