Last Friday Massachusetts Governor Deval Patrick took the unprecedented decision to shut down all of Boston and its near environs.

The shut down was coined "Shelter in place" and intended to facilitate the massive manhunt for the "White Hat" bomber. However, as the hours ticked by and there was no capture, the political and practical pressure must have become intolerable. Obviously, a major city of millions just can not be required to stay cooped up forever.

The decision makers had to decide: Were they going to stay shut down into the weekend?  Were they going to open the city on Monday?

Meanwhile, "White Hat" remained at large as night fall approached and the political and practical pressure cooker was nearing explosive measure.

Then, at 6:30 p.m., inexplicably (to the Public), the Governor changed his tune and tone by lifting the "Shelter in Place" directive.

This is where it got weird. Almost as soon as the Governor concluded his remarks there was gun fire (which could have wounded people no longer sheltered in place). The timing, in my mind, could not have been worse for the Governor and authorities.

At this point it got even more weird and we all got lucky. Very lucky.

The unintended consequence of the politically motivated lifting of "Shelter in Place" allowed a cooped up Watertown resident the first opportunity of the day to get out and  walk his dog. When he did so he observed, in the fading day light, a blood trail to the tarp covered boat, looked in, saw a bloody body and called 911.

The rest is history.