Traditionally, the celebration of our jetsicle heritage has been about jets and the need to protect our jetsicle heritage from those who would take them off their crumbling concrete pedestals and house them in climate controlled museums with curators and a gift shop and stuff. But from time to time there is the aspiring dreamer, the man...because it always is a man...who has no jet. But a man who dreams of a concrete pedestal out front in the yard.

Portland found such a man in Maine and sent this along in the email. I am not sure if it is by an evangelical concretist or simply a proud concretist. But someone or something is Lord.