A Brief Observation For Posterity

I just came back from a drink date with a friend of mine (and his daughter, who's incredibly young) in Midtown. He paid. (Thanks, T-Mobile! Hpe you're enjoying all my money!) And while I was heading back to the subway station, I passed the Golda Meir Square, a small public park that features (as you might expect) a bust of Golda Meir facing all the picnic tables. And it inspired the following thought:

If I ever decide to enter public life, I hope to adopt a tall, spiky mohawk. That way, if they ever make a statue in my memory, pigeons will be disinclined to sit on my head.

If more people had adopted this simple practice, the world of statuary would be a lot less embarrassing. And they wouldn't have to pay a maintenance guy to climb up and sponge the poop out of your eye. Is that how you want to be remembered? Of course not. So start planning now.