Poor Nanny, Poor Nanny the man in the wheelchair yelled at us. We thought he needed to know about getting a replacement social security card, but now all we heard was "poor nanny, poor nanny". Suddenly it dawned on me he was saying, 490 (it was like a game of Mad Gab).
More Mab Gab talk and I finally figured out he wanted to looked up someone he was in Vietnam with, who had died in combat. I knew you could search the memorial wall online so I put in the name and I had the information. He almost started crying when he had the printout in hand.
Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall USA
Crystal and Mary, Library Detectives!!!
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