Odd Monuments

“Hell yeah, let’s build a statue here” –No one in particular.

For thousands of years people have been building and erecting statues and monuments.  Here is our list of monuments that can be  described as at least … odd.

Many folks have tried and succeeded in reaching the South Pole.  Many encampments have been manned and then abandoned.  But when the Soviets reached the Point of Inaccessibilty (The point on the Antarctic continent that is the most distant from any coast.) in 1957, they decided to plunk down a statue of Lenin to commemorate the 40th anniversary of the Russian Revolution. The weather and isolation insure that the statue should remain as untouched as the trinkets left on the Moon.

Here's Joe's mug literally in the middle of nowhere.
Here’s Vlad’s mug literally in the middle of nowhere.

Speaking of the Moon, the Apollo Astronauts left experiments, equipment and garbage on the Moon.  And if that’s not a fitting monument to mankind, how about this.

The official reason for leaving the artifact was for intelligent life forms that would potentially come across it.

‘This is the family of Astronaut Charlie Duke from Planet Earth. Landed on the Moon, April 1972,’  the spaceman wrote on the back of the picture.  Duke has mentioned that he was making good a bet with his young son Charles Jr. Proof.

France gave us the Statue of Liberty and that was pretty cool.  But then in 2006, Russian President Putin commissioned and erected a memorial to the victims of September 11th.  In Bayonne, New Jersey.  Yes, our New Jersey.  Many have described as a gigantic vagina complete with stainless steel “Joy Button”.

Are you feeling it?

In the days before GPS and TACAN, the Air Mail had to go through.  It was the 1920’s and the pilots of the fledgling  U.S. Air Mail Service followed railroads to get where they were going.  Many got lost, crashed and some died.  To help them, Congress created a system of arrows the pilot could spot from the air.  Pointing out which way to go. They were improved by mounting a lighted tower on the square in the middle.  The system was used for a few years and abandoned in the 1930’s when better navigation instruments were invented.

The National Cathedral in Washington D.C. sports a gargoyle of Darth Vader. Sculpted by Jay Hall Carpenter and carved by Patrick J. Plunkett, it’s the design of Christopher Rader of Kearney, Nebraska. Rader’s rendition of Vader was the third place winner of a children’s competition sponsored by the National Geographic World Magazine.

Darth Vadar Gargoyle
Replica of a Constitution-class starship in Vulcan, Alberta.

Capitalizing on this coincidence, the town has built a Star Trek–themed tourist station (the Tourism and Trek Station), which provides tourist information, displays Star Trek memorabilia, provides unique photo opportunities, and allows visitors to participate in The Vulcan Space Adventure virtual reality game. Nearby, a replica of the starship Enterprise from Star Trek V has been mounted on a pedestal which includes writing from Trek alien languages like Klingon. The town has also created space-themed murals and signs, and hosts an annual community-wide Star Trek convention known as “Spock Days”. This convention attracts hundreds of Star Trek fans from around the world.

Secret Vietnam Memorial

In a secret location, far from the beaten path stands a solemn memorial to soldiers of the Vietnam War.  Coins and cartridges have been left in homage and the park rangers keep the location from being on any map.  So we will NOT entertain any guesses here.

When it was erected is a mystery.  How it got there is secret, although there are rumors that one person helicoptered into position in the dead of night.  How appropriate.

Vietnam Vet Memorial
The translation is there on the American/English side of the memorial, “Neu khoc than …. den NGAN THU” : “If by weeping I can…. a THOUSAND AUTUMNS”; it is in the form of a poem in Vietnamese.  FYI, in Viet literature, NGAN THU means afterlife, eternity”.

In 1966, a 12 foot winged monster was seen in and around Point Pleasant, West Virginia.  Newspapers of the time dubbed the creature “Mothman”.  In 2003, Gunn Park was renamed Mothman Park, and a “life size” 12-foot-tall stainless steel sculpture of Mothman was unveiled.

Yamato Armor
26-inch thick armor from Japanese Yamato class battleship, pierced by a US Navy 16-inch gun. The armor is on display at the US Navy Museum.
Statue honoring Elizabeth Montgomery and the TV show “Bewitched” in Salem Massachusetts.


One of the artistic highlights of Norway is the Sculpture Park in Oslo. The park contains 192 sculptures with more than 600 figures, all modeled in full size by Gustav Vigeland without the assistance of pupils or other artists.  Including this one, “Man Attacked by Babies”
Known to some as the “Disco Dong” or “Sea Side Shaft” for its glimmering, phallic majesty, taxpayer-funded $55,000 statement has whipped some residents of Byron, Austrailia— who have dubbed it an obscene waste of public money — into a fury.
The graves of Richard and Catherine Dotson.

Richard Dotson, along with his wife Catherine, gravesite markers are located at the Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport near the shoulder of a runway. Read why they rest here.

On April 26th, 1986 , Reactor 4 in the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant exploded. Shortly after the accident, firefighters arrived to try to extinguish the fires. First on the scene was a Chernobyl Power Station firefighter brigade under the command of Lieutenant Volodymyr Pravik, who died on 9th May 1986 of acute radiation sickness. They were not told how dangerously radioactive the smoke and the debris were, and may not even have known that the accident was anything more than a regular electrical fire: “We didn’t know it was the reactor. No one had told us.”

Brave 28
The Brave 28
This fountain has been described as both “a woman pissing” and “a woman have an orgasm”.

We’re asking Loyal Readers to come to the Fore and find the location of this odd monument.

“Final Approach”- Danville Airport

Three Shots at Fathers Day

When I was eight I remember being on the business end of an ass whooping and as I cried myself to sleep I vowed to be a better Dad than what I got stuck with.  FYI: Dad delivered said ass whooping right after I burned down our basement.  Feel free to judge.


Nothing beats your first born male child.  My favorite story about Brian is when I drove him to take his SAT’s.  He was ten.  Him and about a dozen overachieving munchkins were mixed in with the regular batch of seniors who gave him the “What are you doing here?” When the scores came back he scored higher than I did when I was 17 and I was no slouch.  He turned down a free ride to Duke to go to Appalachian State University.  Because “she” was there.  They married and now have a marriage that most people can only dream of.  Especially, me.

Abby, Brian, Clark and little Luke You know, like Skywalker.



Tim exists because I didn’t want Brian to be an Only Child.  Brian got all the credit for being the First Born Wunderkind but truth be known, Timmy is smarter than his brother but keeps it hidden under a basket.  Apparently, this is typical of “Middle Kids”.  I am an Only Child and sibling interaction is like science fiction to me.  I’ve gotten better over the years and can observe and predict some of if , but I’ll never understand it.  When Tim was about five he came to me crying and snitching that Brian had hit him.  Brian put up a stern defense and since I had not witnessed this grievance I was at a impasse.  Tim did have a a bruise so I told Brian that if he had hit his brother it was only fair to have Tim hit him back.  Tim’s eyes lit up with glee as Brian’s was a vision of horror. Smack! “Why did you hit your brother?”, I asked Tim.  “Brian, hit him back”. After a couple of rounds of arm punching they didn’t want to do this anymore.  I told them that if I had a brother I’d never hit them and they shouldn’t hit each other either.   When Mom got home I caught Hell.  “Why did you make the kids fight each other?” Whoops.

He’s still climbing.


Having a daughter changes your life on a dime.  I didn’t know that the outfit had to match the diaper bag.  I always threatened the boys when they acted up that I’d make them a sibling who was cuter and smarter.  Little did I know I did just that.  Rosie’s Mom was Mrs. Chamberlain 2.0.  She has four brothers. When she was a baby I watched a fist fight break out when one of Tim’s friend tried to change her diaper.  Rosie is the smartest one of the litter.  She met Brian when she was four and I had five bucks riding on her to win the battle of wits. Winner! To this day she wrangles her brothers like a lion tamer.  But woe betide the one who threatens their little sister.  I truly pity her first boyfriend when he comes along.

I Love all my children dearly and treat them as individuals.  Each of them in their own way is my favorite.  Through two divorces and thousands of miles I have the family that I wished for when I was eight.  It’s not the family I planned for when this all started but  it’s one I wouldn’t trade for the World .  Every Father’s Day I pray that I’m the Dad they deserve.