Night. Sleep. Death. The Stars.

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Why? Because he’d seen something he had reason to believe was wrong and it was within his power or at any rate it was his moral obligation to rectify it, or to make that effort.

Where? Returning home on the Hennicott Expressway at approximately 3:15 P.M. of that day. Just beyond the grimy and graffiti-defaced overpass at Pitcairn Boulevard where in the early 1970s a ten-foot chain-link fence had been erected when high-school-aged youths rolled heavy rocks down upon motorists bound for the northern suburbs causing the death of one motorist and the injuries of others and considerable damage to their vehicles.

From where? A luncheon meeting of the trustees of the Hammond Township Public Library at the downtown, central library which John Earle McClaren (at that time mayor of Hammond, New York) had helped to rebuild in the mid-1990s with a capital campaign of several million dollars; since then, John Earle—“Whitey”—had not missed a meeting of the trustees in fifteen years.

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