Chirky

A few days ago, I asked what you thought the following image commemorated:

I mentioned that we discovered this structure outside of Paul Revere's home. However, it has nothing to do with anything you guessed, like Paul Revere. Or the Boston Tea Party. Or Plymouth Rock. Or pebbles in your shoes. Or hangnails. Or demon-monkeys. Or anything unholy.

When Roger and I first saw it, we stared at it, pondering what it could be. There was no sign to read, no plaque commemorating its place in American history. When we ran out of ideas of what it could be, we asked a local tourist shop owner, whose business happened to be just across the way from it. When he told us what it was, I started laughing uncontrollably, and decided to take a picture of it, because that's the kind of photographer that I am: one with no sense of purpose, or lighting, or whatever it is that photographers look for.

The stone structure, which is circular in shape, commemorates nothing. A snow plow hit it and knocked it over. If you look in the background, you'll see several black poles holding a thick chain fence. This was just another one of those poles.

What?!? You expected me to take pictures of actual landmarks? That was Roger's job.