Day of Infamy

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Part IV - Conclusion

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The months are passing. Things are returning to normal.
    The groundswell is subsiding, the transformation winding down. The Stars and Stripes are no longer omnipresent at home and on the highway. 
    I see a flag one day lying unclaimed along the side of the road. I pull over, stop, and retrieve it, and the window mount to which it is attached. 

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    Sometime later, rummaging through a storage box at home, I find a long-buried packet of slides.
    I pause to view them, holding each one up to the light. They are snapshots of the Statue of Liberty, taken during a visit with Marcy to Liberty Island in New York Harbor in July of 1981.
    I come across an image on one of the slides that causes me to stop and peer closer. And I make a surprising discovery.

    The image I see, which I later enlarge and frame, occurred as our shuttle boat was departing Liberty Island and beginning its return to Battery Park. I took the picture as we were pulling away from shore.

    The scene is a beautiful summer day, with blue sky, sunshine, and white clouds drifting.

    In the left foreground looms the Statue of Liberty—tall, bold, with torch held high. 
    Captured in the center background, and seemingly dwarfed by Lady Liberty, who stands ever steadfast, ever calm and resolute, appear the World Trade Center twin towers.

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