Two days after the Boston Marathon bombings, I was in Fairfield County in Connecticut on business. I had plans to drive next to visit friends in the Hudson Valley. I was surprised to find my route would go right through Newtown and the village of Sandy Hook.
It was the afternoon that the Senate rejected sensible screenings of purchasers of guns. I was listening on the radio. I followed a bright yellow school bus in Newtown. Another bus passed going the other way on Connecticut Route 25. They were probably buses taking students home from after-school activities.
I had an urge to reach out and hug every student on those buses and tell them that we in New England will look out for them, more than ever before. But our Congress failed us that very day.
Twenty-four hours later, I was back in Boston heading to a professional meeting in the Back Bay, just outside the crime scene. I stopped at the memorial at the fence on Boylston Street at Hereford Street. At the time, the bombing suspects were still at large.
My heart was heavy with the sorrow New England has endured in a small town and in its largest city.
I want justice for the Boston Marathon victims in the courts. I want action for the Newtown victims in Congress. Without fail.