It was a quiet, overcast, rather humid Sunday afternoon in Boston's Fenway neighborhood. I walked to a store nearby and bought the Sunday paper, The Boston Globe, and a large cup of coffee. Once at home, I sat comfortably to read it. Everything was silent, one could hear the hum of traffic from Massachusetts Avenue. I was concentrating on some article in the paper when suddenly I became aware of a presence. I thought some intruder could be in. I thought so, since someone had tried to break in … [Read more...]