I've heard of "loss of face" and of people's faces falling, but never so literally!

But now that I've got the jokes out of the way, I'll note that a few of those innumerable photos are mine. They're in a box in my living room. It's also survived by lots of memories. Mine are from 1975 when my sister Ginny was living in NH (her husband was in the Air Force and stationed in Portsmouth), and we travelled to that part of the state.

We also went hiking in Franconia Notch that day. I was a bit concerned for Ginny since she was 5 months pregnant, but she held up well. We did not know yet that it was twins!

The Old Man wasn't exactly an old friend, but "he" was an acquaintance I enjoyed "meeting" (and photographing), however briefly. I am shocked and saddened at the news of his sudden collapse. Condolences to Jim and Debra and all their neighbors in the Granite State, which was a great place to visit (and to multiply my aunthood).

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25 cents' worth of advice about Mars

Tuesday I gave a luncheon talk and slideshow to a group of senior citizens in Arlington Heights, Illinois.

Anticipating that I might get a "Face on Mars" question, I included it as the last slide in my tray. I've done this before. But as I was fumbling for tollway change on my way to the luncheon, inspiration struck me.

Sure enough, at the end of the talk, somebody asked if the Face on Mars was artificial. I showed the Cydonia slide and briefly explained what the Face is. Then I pulled a coin out of my pocket and handed it to the questioner. "Can you tell me what this is?" I asked.

In its wisdom, the U.S. Mint has issued a quarter celebrating New Hampshire. The reverse side pictures "The Old Man of the Mountain" --a natural rock formation that looks just like a face! The comparison is obvious, and as my questioner passed my coin around to his curious neighbors, I said that it would be surprising that a planet the size of Mars would have NO rocks that resembled faces.

From now on, I'm keeping a New Hampshire quarter in my slide collection next to the Face...
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I recently took in _Rivers and Tides_, a documentary about Scottish (?) artists Andrew Goldsworthy. He specializes in empheral art made with natural materials: Mandela-like piece made with flower petals, sculptures made from driftwood placed so the rising tide would sweep them away, patterns of snow scraped from an icy pond.

The Old Man could be seen as a piece of contingent ephemeral art. Charming while he lasted, but also testament to the fact that even the mountains that seem solid and permanent to us eventually pass.

I've never heard about the face in New Hampshire, until now.

It must be a conspiracy.

We waved at the Old Man every dang time. When I saw the news story last night about it being gone, I almost wept.

Jane

Dave, I'm torn between a wholly parochial "How could you possibly not have heard of something that's so important around _here_!" and a somewhat more detached surprise that the BBC had picked up this obviously local and minor story so quickly yesterday. I heard it first on local news, then found a story on Yahoo, and then when I tuned in the BBC, they already had it.

Of course, the comic geek part of my looked at an "after" picture and said, "Well, it still looks a little bit like Ben Grimm." (The Thing, member of the Fantastic Four.) Well, it was close to 1 a.m. when I saw it.

I agree with the comment about the well-intentioned but foolish talk of "replacing" it. The whole point was that it was God's hand made manifest in native stone. A sculpture is just a sculpture, and with this state's track record there's probably already a group out there who want it to be shaped to look like the profile of Reagan. Or of the Shrub. *shudder*

The Nashua Telegraph has an article
today with quotes from folks mourning his passing.

-- Janet

Now he won't be. It's sort of feels like a death in the family.

My cousin and my brother and I were actually planning this summer to bushwhack up the side of Canon just over the Lake, to peer down at the face from above.

Still planning to do it, but maybe now we should bring a small flask and drink a shot to the departed....

It's even weirder than that:

New Hampshire residents who own automobiles are required by state law to carry a placard on their vehicle exhorting everyone who sees it to "Live Free or Die." Court challenges have been posed by genuine freedom-seekers seeking an exemption from this compelled speech, and they have been turned down, one and all.

(The Old Man was an old friend. I'm sorry to see him gone; but I hope to hell this screwball "restoration" idea gets nowhwere.)

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There are a lot of reasons to snicker at New Hampshire and its license-plate posturing, but this isn't one of them.

Swoosh, the Old Man was a product of natural erosion of the native granite, and he was killed by the same forces that gave birth to him. Death by natural causes at age approximately 10,000 is not a life cut tragically short.

In fact quite a lot of effort went into reinforcing and holding together the Old Man over the years, and what's left up there now are the cables and epoxy they tried to hold him together with. Few people have more contempt than I do for NH's unwillingness to spend public money on public needs and benefits, but that's not the cause of this loss. What caused this loss is ten thousand years of erosion and this past winter, which was unusually harsh.

Even who thought about for more than two seconds (which, of course, not everyone had any reason to do) knew that eventually, despite the best that human efforts could do, the Old Man was going to vanish, whether by slow erosion or sudden collapse.

And since what made the Old Man of the Mountain strange and wonderful was precisely the fact that it was a natural phenomenon, not a man-made one, I hope you're right, and that Gov. Benson and others will, once the shock is over, come to their senses and see that, whatever the technical feasibility, it's _impossible_ to rebuild the Old Man. A sculpture, however large, is not a natural phenomenon, and does not have the same meaning.

The case is Wooley v. Maynard; it's old enough that it doesn't appear to be online anyplace free, but if you are sufficiently interested, it shouldn't be hard to find in book form in a good library.

http://www.mutha.com/oldmanmountain.jpg

To which my co-worker said, "It looks Hellboy."

Me: "It so totally is. It's Hellboy! Hellboy in the Mountain."

(For those who know not Hellboy, check out www.hellboy.com )

PS. Lis, I have your name. Or you have mine. Or something. :)

And you would refer to what as evidence, please?

It's dishonest to talk about the mills that are gone without talking about the high-tech industry that's moved in.

I think NH's socialized liquor sales sit rather oddly with it's Sturdy Independent Republican Free Enterprise philosophy, but look at where the stores _really_ are: the tollbooths are beyond the major shopping destinations, when you're coming up from Massachusetts, and the liquor stores are on the other side of the tollbooths. By the time I'm passing the state liquor store on my way to work (I live over the border in Massachusetts), I'm less than ten minutes out of Concord. (Yes, I believe there's one in Salem, somewhere, but you have to go into Salem to find it; it's not sitting right there on the highway, like the stores beyond the tollbooths.) A glance at the state liquor outlet map will show that the distribution of state liquor stores tracks with the distribution of NH's own population.

The bikers--anytime you have that many of any group coming in together for a multi-day outdoor party, you'll have _some_ trouble, but generally, the bikers are friendlier and more likable than the people who use them as an excuse to look down on NH.

I have no defense to offer for former Senator Bob Smith, except to note that it is _former_ Senator, and he was unexpectedly good on environmental issues.

http://www.bstn.cm/dlglb2/126/mtr/Fr_sl_Pcs_f_N_H_s_ld_Mn_+.shtml

http://www.bstn.cm/dlglb2/126/mtr/Gdb_Mr_Chps+.shtml

Swoosh, I'm not sure what the point of your links is supposed to be. There are people in NH unscrupulous enough to attempt to sell some of the pieces of the Old Man on eBay? In a world in which people in Texas were unscrupulous enough to try to sell pieces of the shuttle on eBay? I can't describe to you how shocked, shocked, I really am by this. And the second is just a columnist whom you must just love, with his assurances that he's not going to engage in the NH-bashing that his predecessor in that space did--near the tail of a column of NH-bashing.

Swoosh, as a drinker, I don't mind saying I give the old NH liquor store high marks. If through some strange chance you wander off 93 near route 112 in Woodstock (the other Woodstock), you might hang out at the Truant's Tavern for a while. There's also a nice bar at the Clamshell in Littleton (a great restaurant) further up 93.

I can't help but feel it must be our fault somehow...

My mother's family has spent summers, and that uncle has been a year-rounder for a while, in Rumney near the Pemigewassett. To their bemusement it is now a world-famous rock-climbing venue.