This store must have taken its name from the 168th Street terminal station of the Jamaica El, which stood here on Jamaica Avenue prior to its demolition in the late 1970s. A woman I spoke to inside couldn't confirm the name's origin, but she told me the store has been around for 60 years or so. A couple of Long Island Daily Press articles from 1933 and 1935 suggest the business may be even older, however, and the final survivor of a mini-empire of neighboring Terminal shops once located a few blocks away on what is now Guy R. Brewer Boulevard: Terminal Flower Market, Terminal Lingerie and Hosiery Shops, Terminal Pants Shop (where Fats Waller was a customer), and Terminal Wines & Liquors. (There was also once a Terminal Sea Food in the area.)
In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitchhiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.
First, it is slightly cheaper; and second, it has the words DON'T PANIC inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.
This 1813 building is home to "the oldest continuously serving Presbyterian congregation in the United States", founded in 1662.
UPDATE: This was Donald Trump's childhood church.
Other plaques here at the Jamaica Main Post Office pay tribute to the Jamaica Postal District employees who served in World War II and the Vietnam War.
Cups of Cheerful Carrot Juice, Romanian Green Smoothy, and many other beverages have been set out for the runners of the 2015 Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race.