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June 28, 2007
In the Saturday childrenís class at the Art Studentsí League in 1973, one dayÖ itís odd: in my mindís eye, I see it out of the window but also from standing on 57th Street. Maybe I saw it from the window, then went downstairs during my break. It was the Vietnam veterans coming home. A few black limos riding slowly by. Some cars mustíve been convertibles because a handful of men in uniform were standing, there were other people - and total silence. It was not a celebration, it was like... numbness, sadness. Very few people stood, watching this silent parade.