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On weekends it’s a tossup, either my wife or I go on expedition for our Dunkin’ Donuts coffee and this was my turn. Because I knew the usual place on Queens Boulevard was closed for repairs I had to head down to the one on 61st in the Woodside valley. On the way back I noticed a modest Vietnam memorial at 57th and Woodside Ave.
What’s up with that, I thought. I’d passed it many times before and didn’t notice it. But this was Memorial Day. And suddenly I see it? Was some subconscious part of me on the alert for memorials or was it just chance? The first of several questions to ask myself.
I stood in front of it. I read all the names to myself, and figured where my name might have been inserted.read more...