As Deborah pointed out, evidently you weren't supposed to throw coins in the fountain according to the Park Service:
On its opening day, under glorious sunshine, the memorial immediately helped introduce another generation to the heroism that brought victory to America and its allies.
As the first visitors, hundreds of schoolchildren raced down two entrance ramps after receiving a stern warning from the U.S. Park Service not to throw any coins into the many fountains because they stain the granite.
Oops! On a tangent, I think that there are few simple pleasures quite so enjoyable as a late lunch under the sun, in a beautiful park, surrounded by pretty girls and homeless men, all of whom are busily reading books. It a selfish sentiment, to be sure, but under a perfectly azure sky with a light breeze, the petty problems of earlier evenings seem to melt away. Even the often dry Huxley seemed especially sharp and as I am nearing the end, I'm awaiting some sort of pulp-fiction-esque deus ex machina to link the disparate plot lines and characters together. Something apocalyptic, with any luck.
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