THE END OF PHILOSOPHY
In 1941, it was, maybe, when the
U-boats took the journey and were
later seen in Raritan Bay, that my
friend's uncle, the sky-watcher,
began getting paid for his wartime
watching. He was a government
sky-marshall, right here, in this
town! Just in case some German
bombers rattled in. He had a number
to call. I always figured that was
asking a lot. Initially, the getting here
of the planes itself would have been
quite the feat, and then, with voice
operators and slow connections, to
get someone in time on the other
end of the line would have taken
a miracle for sure. And, for miracles
like that, who had the time?
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