As Rosalind says, my wife and I are in Utah with one of our daughters. We were leaving an organ recital at the Mormon Tabernacle in Salt Lake City when I got a text message from our son, who very seldom texts me. He wrote: "There are bombs going off. I love you guys so much." I stopped dead in my tracks of course, and called him, but couldn't reach him. It turned out that he had been at the finish line at Copley Square, but had just gone into a bar with some friends. The building shook, and he heard all the screaming, and he wasn't allowed to leave the bar for two hours, till after he'd been interrogated. All the cell phone signals were shut down, as were all forms of public transportation, and we couldn't reach him till several hours after the bombings, when he'd walked back to his apartment, five miles away in Charlestown. We haven't heard from other relatives yet.
We are now in what is surely one of the most beautiful places on God's earth, Zion National Park. It is so strange to turn on the TV thousands of miles from home and see all these scenes we're so familiar with (the marathon begins in a little town very close to ours). Thank you, dear friends, for your concern. There is so much evil in the world. May you and yours never experience this kind of terrorism.