We were in the hometown area over the weekend. Laura and I went for a walk yesterday morning around my old neighborhood which I really enjoyed... until we came upon a giant helicopter, suspended above the air, right on the edge of a park that is the setting of many of my favorite memories from my childhood/adolesence. The helicopter is a monument to... itself. The plaque in front of it bears the history of that particular kind of helicopter. Again, for emphasis: This is a monument to A WEAPON. Not soldiers. Not a particular battle or war. What a fucking bummer. You can't go home again, at least not without seeing a scary as shit helicopter looming over one of your favorite spots.