If the Department of Defense won’t take the monster non-tank back to send to some lucky country waging sectarian violence, how about bronzing it and parking it in the grassy area in front of Pluto’s? Students would be sure to see it there.
We could name it “History Repeats.” We could sell flowers to stick in its maw. Er, nozzle. Um, cannon gun barrel.
Anyway, we could have a big 1960s party to inaugurate this new right and relevant dimension to our fair city. We who remember could dress in bell bottoms and tie-dyed shirts, put some of the flowers in our now-white hair, and remember People’s Park as we rock out to ’60s music. It would be far-out.