Lack of security

Let's get one thing straight. Under normal circumstances passing the time of day in a pleasant little bar I know in downtown Boston is no bad thing. In fact, I usually positively welcome the chance to sink back into the sumptuous splendor of its cool leather seats, sup my beer and catch up on the news in peace. This, you understand, is no Cheers. Today it was all the same - but horribly different. I'd sat for an hour reading the paper, slowly trickling down a cold beer and munching a few