If you have a lot of money, and you want to make your descendants proud, you have the wing of some building named after you [and just maybe your wife]. There, in large letters and perceived glory is your name on the lip of the building, or flattened against the facade for all to see. Yesterday, I passed by the destruction of St. Vincent’s Hospital at 12th Street and 7th Avenue. As I passed, the wrecking ball was obliterating the name of such a person. I wondered how that worked. Of course he doesn’t get his money back, he also just lost everything he thought he was getting, and now no one will be reminded of his largess or whatever else it was that he had in mind when he made that large donation to get his name placarded up there in the first place. Futility at it’s best.