When I took my job at school here, I found two giant (6' diameter) coins backstage. No one's claimed them thus far, so when we needed to build a clock for our fall play, I decided to paint over one of the coins.
My techie protested vehemently. For reasons I cannot fathom, Techie practically threw himself between the coin and my paintbrush, arguing that it was sacrilegious to paint over a president. I finally managed to talk him away from the coin by promising that I wouldn't touch the other one backstage. This did not stop him from grieving over the passing of the coin, as seen here.
Farewell, dead president coin, you served us well.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Diva's Lament
Another found picture:
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