I’ve spent at least a portion of my life as an engineer. A roadway engineer to be specific. It’s often been my fear that at a moment when my expertise might be of some relevance outside of my office, I will fail those counting on me horribly. And well… getting stabbed by a hobo is like… well… like that’s bad right? Probably the worst?
This didn’t happen. You probably already knew that because you likely would have heard about it in the accompanying news article, obituary, and remembrance podcast (you bet your ass we’d carry on the podcast!). In all actuality, after one trip to and from the convention center, Dylan did a fine job of guiding the n00bs through Boston’s train and bus system. Meaning any stabbings would have been his fault. So had this scenario played out, my conscience, if not my steel-filled gut, would have been clear.
-DLR & Javi