"Do you worry that you let too much of yourself out," asked Greg as we finished out Western Omeletes. Breakfast was good, we went to a little place on Jefferson Boulevard, The Athens Diner, right next to what once was a bustling factory where the world got its plugs, switches and drapery hardware. That's gone now, and the factory workers are now doing something else, retired, mostly, the kids that would have worked there had to find another way to make a living.

"I used to, but when I decided to pursue the writing thing I learned that to be any good you have to be fearless."

Greg understood. That is the beauty of meeting and connecting with other writers, people who do so with no fear of ridicule from our peers. There are lots of people who enjoy what we write, and we, ourselves get an enormous boost from being able to articulate our thoughts. There is always the worry that we overdid things a little, put too much out there for the masses to disseminate. But to be any good, its just something that needs to be done.

Stereotypes are grounded in reality, and people from Wisconsin really are nice. Not only nice, but a bit fearless as well. Greg had just finished the Boston Marathon, and I could see the lingering dismay in his eyes as we ate. What was to be a great trip, a successful end to sixteen weeks of training and a meeting of friends who hitherto had only known each other through our writing turned into a terrorist attack.

I'm sure this was a trip to remember for Greg, and I'm glad we managed to fit a peaceful breakfast into his itinerary. It was something I had looked forward to for weeks, and I thought the bombings had ruined that as well, but a guy from Wisconsin and another from Rhode Island managed to move on, and talk about our lives, our families and the people who share our passion for spreading the word of what firefighters, EMT's and paramedics do, and get to know each other a little better, and create a friendship rooted in the words we write.

A couple of bombs and the ensuing manhunt didn't ruin that, and for that I am grateful.

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