Gathered with a bunch of my neighbors this morning to watch a crane move a WWI memorial statue over the trees in the park. The park's being renovated, and the new design calls for the doughboy to be at the other end, facing the other way. The move was objected to by veterans' groups -- apparently war memorials are thought of as graves, even when no one's buried there. But graves do get moved, and after negotiations the crane came and flew the doughboy in slow-motion through the air, to land on the south tip of the park, facing downtown. Still with his unit's flag in one hand and his pistol in the other. The spooky thing is, where he's standing now, he'd have had a perfect view of the World Trade Center towers a mile away; now he sees the blank sky where they were. Him and his pistol.