“Dear Journal, [date unknown - 1993?]

Yesterday night I went to Plymouth and saw all sorts of ice sculptures. Kim came with me. Her favorite was the sculpture of a horse head. I like the one of a whale with feet sticking out of his mouth. Actually they were all good except I think that was the best.”

Kim and I sound like a couple of vindictive blood-thirsty second graders here, with her preference of the Godfather-esque icy horse head, and mine of the Jonas-didn’t-quite-make-it-out-alive man-eating whale! Where were the sculptures of butterflies and puppies? HMM? Ice sculptures SOUND so innocent, but you really have to second guess the impact such public art has on children. Terrifying.