This photo and the previous one are proof that I have become my father. I have a lot of old black-and-white pictures of statues, monuments, etc. that he took wherever we were visiting at the time. It's the reason I can't pass a plaque without stopping to read it, including honor rolls of the dead.
This is the Quincy Firefighters Memorial, across from the police station on the way to Wollaston Beach. I thought today might be a good day to take pictures, but I didn't count on the wind. I was very cold and did not stay long. I needed one more layer to be comfortable.
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