by Cody Lyon
The weather goes from cool to warm and the sun is bright this particular Thursday in New York's East Village. At a Mexican takeout shop, beef tacos are purchased, then eaten sitting on a bench in Tompkins Square Park, under a tree that appears very lush, and filled with chirping birds.
The park is crowded, the playground full of kids, the grass covered with sun bathers, the dog run is noisy, chaotic.
At the dog run, people gather, watching the dogs, apparently a fight has broken out, first between dogs then it spreads among humans. One man pushes another, barks and shouts are traded, as all the dog owners yell at an older man, because of what they say is an aggressive dog.
But the cell phone rings, it's a friend in Alabama, she says hello and the conversation lasts for a while.
She's been dating a new guy, she thinks she really likes him and he's taking her on a trip to Las Vegas.
Near the end, she asks the price of gas and says that it's over $3 a gallon down there. Fortunately, she drives a compact car.
Meanwhile, the older man in the dog run is not leaving, voices are even louder, the others appear mad, they keep shouting at him to leave, the dogs keep barking.
The phone rings again, it's another really good friend, it goes to voicemail.
"Hey, I've had a problem and I need some advice" the message he left said.
Later, after doing some work, a bike ride is taken across the village on 9th Street to the Westside. The bike crosses Fifth Avenue, Washington Square Park's arch is to the south, the sidewalks still crowded even for 8 pm, couples holding hands, more men with dogs, shopping bags are everywhere, summer fashions are here.
The bike makes it to Christopher Street the river is in sight, headed towards the pier, there's music everywhere, smiles cross many faces, but up ahead there is congestion.
Two women in a car are blocking traffic, apparently one took another home, the street is narrow, they're in an SUV, cars begin backing up, horns are being honked. Finally one of the women gets out, she's young, very pretty and she appears oblivious to the anger behind her.
In one of the cars behind the two's, a man who is driving and listening to disco music hollers at her, she doesn't appear to hear it.
"I'd like to go home too b*tch " he screams in a slightly southern accent, while she climbs onto the sidewalk with her IPOD head-phones on.
Once the biker makes it to the river, the sun is gone and the sky is filled with pinks, orange and streaks of red. The river glistens, almost metallic, as the rays of light glimmer from the west that is New Jersey, the mainland.
To the south, is New York's financial district, the skyline still misses it towers but a new one has filled in at least part of the gap.
A man walks by, he smiles, a smile is returned, here appears the peace and that moment of reflection only sharable by writing it down.
A couple walks by, they are laughing, holding hands, one of them just told a story about his Mother and the fact that her voice cracks when she's angry.
A large number of joggers are out, all shapes, all sizes, some run fast, as if they're catching up on training for a marathon. They compete with bikers for space. Sometimes, the shoot each other nasty looks.
In the grass, two women on a blanket appear to have brought in some wine, they better be careful, the park police will give them a ticket.
The view to the south offers New York harbor, the statue of Liberty but then, the geographic direction of Tennessee comes to mind.
The night before, PBS "Newshour" was watched, part of a report was aired, it was called "The Costs of War in Iraq" and was reported by Economics correspondent Paul Solman. That report gave pause to this beautiful and busy day in New York City that was now saying goodbye.
Part of the story showed returning Army reservist Brad Heun of Tennessee.
The "Newshour" report showed Huen as he struggled to get up out of a chair, obviously in great pain. It also offered a photograph of Heun, at an earlier date, a well built, athletic looking young man, who'd probably have fit in with the fit and fast joggers this day in New York.
Heun's vertebrae was crushed in a 2003 truck accident in Iraq.
He now has fused discs, a steel bar in his back and constant excruciating pain in his hip and leg according to Solman's report.
"Literally, it feels as if somebody just took a baseball bat and blindsided you across your back" Heun told the "Newshour".
In the report, viewers learn that the army discharged him with only 20 percent disability, which means no benefits. Heun does get medical care from the VA plus $2,500 a month to support a family of five, but no insurance for his wife or children. He's trying to afford a COBRA policy, but that is too expensive. His 2 year old daughter now needs surgery, but the family has had to put it off, because they simply can not afford it.
Heuen's wife Beverly tells correspondent Solman, that they don't want to do the daughter's surgery at the expense of her not having a home to live in.
"I think it's a disgrace to this country for me to even be sitting here trying to tell you this" she told "Newshour".
Earlier in the report, Brad Heun described his constant physical pain in graphic detail.
"At its worst, I have been on an emergency room gurney, curled up, and not even be able to concentrate on simple questions" he told "Newshour".
Concentrating on simple questions, during a sunset along the Hudson in New York City overcame earlier observations of urban life. Questions about the fate of the around 25 thousand seriously injured military members coming home from Iraq begin to puncture the relative calm of an evening by the river. How many limbs have been lost, how many bones crushed, how many skulls shattered, how many bills not paid, how many minds damaged? Why?
Suddenly, some questions appeared to have answers.
Memorial Day was just a few days away.
