Greygarden. Early in the morning. 210 years after my world ended. Hard to believe that after all the devastation, that the sunrise over Boston still takes my breath. Even through the early-morning fog, the familiar skyline is there. 210 years hasn’t changed the fact that Boston is home. I keep finding reasons to try to make it better – for me and everyone else. Why? Beats the hell out of me…but a sunrise seems as good a reason as any.