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Monumentally Bad Design

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The Scranton Times

Published: Thursday, September 04, 2008
Updated: Thursday, September 4, 2008 4:27 AM EDT

Lackawanna Courthouse Right View

Lackawanna Courthouse Center View

Lackawanna Courthouse Left View

Having left 15 years ago, it’s a rare occasion when I wind up padding the Scranton streets. I don’t always get the news of Scranton in a timely way. So excuse me if my tirade is old news to you, but I have only last weekend experienced the “renovations” at the Lackawanna County Courthouse Square for the first time. Somewhere there is a highway missing its dividers. Somewhere a mine pit needs to be filled.

Since it is likely that the courthouse will be attacked by terrorists, some sort of massive protection system is no doubt a necessity.But must such a buffer look like a wannabe’s wannabe version of a Maya Lin sculpture? Had the architect seen the Neo-Gothic Romanesque masterpiece made of warm local West Mountain stone that the blah granite bumpers are intended to protect?Or did the county fathers simply unpack a Protection-R-Us blueprint stamped by Homeland Security as a cost-saving measure to ensure that there would be plenty in the budget for kickbacks?

It’s clear that the commissioners didn’t hire people with a grasp of local nature or history to select the quotes for the grey adder. Nor did they —gasp! — solicit input on who or what should be honored in the most visible public space in the county. They seemed to rely on blindfolds and darts.

The commissioners could have redeemed some integrity if they had at least hired a fact checker. How is it possible that Gen. George Patton could relay such a poignant quote two years after he died?

The memorials around the courthouse have always had a random quality. John Mitchell stands out among Washington, Sheridan, Kosciuszko and Pulaski as the only man honored with a statue who had ever set foot in Lackawanna County. The GAR monument and the more modest monuments for more recent veterans have more of a universal soldier feel than the small monuments about town that list the names of the fallen, such as the one at the former North Scranton Junior High School that lists the fallen of North Scranton, including my great-uncle.

Expansion of the universal soldier motif to cover every wall and crevice of the square obscures the role that local veterans have played in serving our country while leaving little room for celebration of the natural, civic, cultural and economic history of the county. Visitors will assume we lean on the general because we are short on specifics.

Now that the renovations are near completion, it is time to inaugurate the process of taking them down.Dismantle the anachronistic wall of generic platitudes. Use the fresh-faced stone to repair the spray painted, broken, toppled, acid-rain-washed tombstones of the Avondale mine disaster victims and the Civil War veterans that lie among the weeds and litter in the Washburn Street Cemetery. There, among the heroes of Scranton, as many gravestones lay fallen as stand erect.

In “The Death and Life of Great American Cities,” Central High School alumna, former Scranton Tribune writer, and matriarch of modern urban planning Jane Jacobs wrote, “It may be that we have become so feckless as a people that we no longer care how things work, but only what kind of quick, easy outer impression they give. If so, there is little hope for our cities or probably for much else in our society. But I do not think this is so.”

Grave Stone Cleaning at Washburn Street Cemetary Scranton, PA

Avondale Grave at Washburn Street Cemetary

Flags Among Fallen Graves Wasburn Street Cemetary Scranton, PA

September 04 2008 | undoing violence and mining and personal writings | No Comments »

A Quick Game of Fetch

Feeling taxed? Need a break? How ’bout a quick game of fetch to get your tail wagging?

 
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July 05 2008 | humour and personal writings | 2 Comments »

I’m Not Yours

Wedding Singer

 
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Writing, singing, playing, recording and editing all performed by the little red hen right in her very own kitchen studio.

Feel free to use for non-commercial share alike porpoises.

May 28 2006 | personal writings and sound & image | No Comments »

another satire

Dear Faculty and Students,

In consultation with the Board of Trustees, out President has determined the path to excellence in spite of our current budget crisis. We expect that these innovative measures will both enhance the quality of education demanded by our university community as well as save us millions. continue reading »

October 21 2005 | humour and personal writings | No Comments »

A Response to Leaves of Grass, part 2

dharma and pumpkin

II. Song of Herself

 Sixteen

My craft is rude. I can’t steer by the stars or read the waves. If I try, I over-play. continue reading »

October 12 2005 | poetry and personal writings | No Comments »

A Response to Leaves of Grass, part 1

Grassy Walt

I. Song of Himself

One

Old Shurefoot beckons us to his craft. Jump into the wide circle of my unending optimism- we are all one man overboard lusting for eternal unison - a singular sexual embrace of culture and optimism. continue reading »

October 12 2005 | poetry and personal writings | No Comments »

Q: Why Doth God Play Dice?

Q: Why Doth God Play Dice?

A: Many of us know God through his many Acts of Creation and his Book, the latter resoundingly Good, the former being widely thought of as “a mixed bag.” Yet what do we know of God but his works? continue reading »

September 21 2005 | humour and personal writings | No Comments »

The Isms at Home

Interior: Kitchen Table. Dad, Mom, Suzy, and Jimmy all seated. continue reading »

August 07 2005 | humour and personal writings | No Comments »

Skin Speaks

Your beauty you wear like a scar

Until that age
When character takes hold
Skin Speaks
Until, like teeth,
Beauties deeper than bone erupt.

July 21 2005 | poetry and personal writings | No Comments »

there is no pleasure without sadness

There is no pleasure without sadness

Would the reverse were true continue reading »

July 15 2005 | poetry and personal writings | No Comments »

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