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The idea of a landmark is more about memory than a sign. In Commack, a hamlet tucked between Dix Hills and St. James, the landmarks you notice on a weekday drive or a weekend stroll aren’t just stone and plaque. They’re the footprint of community life: the way a lane narrows at a certain curve, the way a park bench catches the late afternoon sun, the way a school bell rings and pulls you back to a different time. Over years spent walking these streets, I’ve learned that the