It's interesting how people can have preconcieved notions that are way off from reality.
Today, for instance, Andrew and I drove down to Plymouth to get out of town and check out a nearby historical site. When we got there, I began scanning the local shorline for a large cliff-side rising from the water and overwhelming the rest of the local terrain. Instead, what I found near the center of the waterfront was a smallish white 'temple,' if you will, that enclosed the true Plymouth Rock, a simple chunk of granite with the year 1620 etched into it.
Without ever thinking about it, my logical assumption was that the Plymouth Rock the pilgrims landed on would be of formidable size, an attraction to the Mayflower from far out at sea perhaps. I was shocked to see this not ring true, and parhaps a little dissapointed, why would a rock no more than three feet long at it's widest be so significant and world renouned? It baffles me.
Anyway, this brought to mind the idea that people can often have such misguided notions as to the true nature of things. I think it's a funny sign that there's often more significance placed on an object itself rather than on why it's supposed to be significant.
I'm Andy Morrison, and that's my two cents.