Since moving to Boston in 1984, I can only remember missing one Boston Marathon.
As a sports writer, I covered the event. As a spectator, I savor the event.
My favorite place to hang out is Kenmore Square, when the runners come down Beacon Street, spilling onto Comm Ave for the final mile onto Boylston Street. The Kenyans usually come through first, looking like they could run another 10 miles, and everyone else comes next.
But work is busy these days. And the weather looks bad. It doesn't quite feel like a day to linger outside.
Since when do we get nor 'easters in April?
Must be global warming.