I spent my grammar school years living in a one-mile square town on the Jersey Shore where my father also grew up. In front of Sea Girt’s Borough Hall there was a World War II Veterans Memorial. One of my early reading memories was perusing that monument listing all the men and women who had served in the armed forces from our town.
Borough Hall hosted the town offices, the volunteer fire department (my dad and his brother Jay were volunteers), a bowling alley for the firemen, the police department, town court and my kindergarten...