BOSTON, Mass. — Traffic flows down Boylston Street toward the Public Garden, past scurrying shoppers and T-riders, no longer pausing before the faded signs and soggy sneakers in front of Trinity Church. Joggers dart in and around Back Bay with purpose, angling for escape to the Charles River and its stretched, smooth track of pavement. And crowds gather at watering holes around the city, cheering on the Bruins and Red Sox.
As stories about the Boston Marathon bombings have slid off the front page — and out of many Bostonians’ day-to-day thoughts — by many measures, the city has returned to normal. But for some of the thousands of athletes, fans, and emergency personnel on Boylston Street last month when two homemade bombs unleashed ball bearings, nails and absolute terror in the final blocks of the Boston Marathon, the magnitude of what happened on Patriot’s Day is just beginning to reveal itself.