An alert “06880” reader who has never emailed before — and who requests anonymity — shares a special moment:
A friend and I were walking today. We took a seat at Old Mill Beach, on the bench next to the old Positano restaurant. We’ve walked there many times, but never sat down.
About 10 minutes into our conversation, a man appeared on the sidewalk. He started to play “Taps.”
Everyone nearby stood. A young boy put his hand over his heart.
When the man finished, we applauded and yelled “thank you!” He gave a quick wave, then disappeared.
My friend and I — who on September 11, 2001 were both newly married, and living in New York — cried our hearts out, right there on the bench.
We felt badly we had not taken a picture of the man playing “Taps.” Then we realized no photo could have captured that experience.
I don’t know the man’s name. But I hope he knows what a special moment he provided to the handful of people fortunate enough to have seen and heard him today.