The Art Of Influence
On display at the Boston Museum Of Fine Arts for a little while longer. There are many correspondences to current events here.
D-Day
June 6, 1944
Remembering My Father On Memorial Day
My father went off to WWII from New York’s Penn Station. A year later, his parents, his brother and my mother returned, to receive his body. I don’t know if I was there too. I was a little over a year old.
(This photo is not of my mom and dad, but I’ve always imagined that it was.)
Just Before The War
The last dreamy new car before General Motors was forced to turn its focus away from the consumer and toward the War effort in 1941.
D Day: June 6, 1944
In Dover, on their way to Normandie.
Penn Station
Waiting in the overheated monstrosity that is New York Pennsylvania Station for my train back to Boston yesterday, I was remembering the beautiful station that used to exist in this space, before it was torn down in the early 1960s in the name of "progress".
And then I realized that I could be standing in the same space as my mother and father stood, sharing a kiss before he went away to war. And never came back. My mother and his parents were there the day his body came back. To Penn Station.
