In just over two weeks the world will remember the 10th anniversary of the Boston Marathon Bombing and I’ve become nostalgic for my home away from home, my true home’s sister city. The Covid pandemic has kept me far from my friend there who taught me how to say “Narragansett”, from beautiful others in the Red Sox organisation who made Fenway Park my warm embrace, and for the team at a hotel just a short walk from the Common that let me hang my Sox cap there weeks on end. It’s lucky then, that Red Sox Nation last celebrated a World Series the year before the pandemic reared its head. Lucky too that every time I’ve sat at Fenway, in nearly every vantage point…