A series of terrible terrorist attacks has hit Madrid, a city I love, and where my wife has spent several years, and where she and I lived together for over a year. It seems that close to 200 people have been killed.
Now we face the awful task of tracking down all of our friends there who conceivably use those trains to make sure they’re okay. Chances are tiny that anyone we know was hurt, but it’s one of those things that one still feels compelled to do. It’s a sad day.