Received two photos this week. Let us begin with one from the excellent riverwalk along the Chatahochee which separates Georgia from Alabama.
Back in 1492,
Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
Roses are pretty and so are you.
Or maybe I'm remembering Valentine's Day, 1956. No matter, you can't expect me to recall everything because I was raised by alley cats --much as Tarzan was raised by apes. Excuse me while I scratch ear-mites with my foot. Now, upon reflection I think it legally prudent to declare this opening paragraph in abeyance.
The statue depicts Christopher Columbus in several phases of his life. I can only detect three from the photo but can tell you this: he was much hectored by big birds and seems variously depressed and frantic over it. It humanizes the legend somewhat and likewise humanizes the world he lived in. Certainly, he was an explorer who made progress --paving prairies for strip-malls is also called progress but I won't go into that-- and we owe him a debt. He declared, "I can do it!" That is an innovator, which however couldn't exist without those millions of people who said, "Who cares?" and did not stand in his way. So the statue represents...here's the other photo: