Major repaving job going on along the major avenue through town notwithstanding it is a beautiful day here in East Northport, New York. Wisps of cirrus clouds float high in the soft blue sky. Azaleas (maybe) bloom pink and white in baskets hung from the lamp posts, lending interesting backdrop to the heavy machinery roaring and rumbling back and forth. Over in front of the fire station a ten-foot-tall piece of steel from the World Trade Center stands in memorial of a day we all know well. And on street corners around town stand signs of people we might not have known personally but still feel a sense of loss when we pass by their names.