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Fame! I'm gonna live forever! I'm gonna learn to fly!


On Good Friday we all ventured off to the Botanical Gardens to inspect the Japanese Garden and the shrine that Henry insists was built for him.

I'm not sure that I believe him, but after I have sat here watching him dancing to a melody of hits from the 1980s and 1990s (his jig to Nena's 99 Luftballoons is worthy of Leroy from Fame), I am quite sure that someone somewhere someday will erect a statue of some form or another.
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pollicino said…
Happy Easter to you from Pollicino :)
12 April 2009 at 16:58
Priyanka Khot said…
That Japanese park sounds interesting... bring Henry to India, many people here like to make statues of Tamil film actors... I am sure they will not think twice to make a gigantic Henry statue!
12 April 2009 at 19:57
Evening Light Writer said…
That shrine looks like a great place to climb! I love going to the Gardens here in North Carolina, they are my favorite place in the world.
13 April 2009 at 00:01
Rinkly Rimes said…
He's at the age when he thinks anything's possible!
13 April 2009 at 05:50
Kris McCracken said…
Pollicino, and best wishes back!
13 April 2009 at 07:22
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, there are ducks and carp there. I like the idea of a gigantic Henry statue. I’m thinking one as big as that one in Volgograd – Родина-мать зовёт! / Rodina Mat' Zovyot! / The Motherland Calls! – he can be holding a great big sword!
13 April 2009 at 07:24
Kris McCracken said…
Evening Light Writer, Henry has spends a fair bit of time in them here too. No cover charge, plenty of space and lots to look at!
13 April 2009 at 07:26
Kris McCracken said…
Rinkly Rimes, until his spirit is crushed!
13 April 2009 at 07:26
Roddy said…
Whatever he does, don't let him fly too close to the sun. Especially if he uses wax to fasten his feathers.
It has been tried, and it didn't work that time either.
13 April 2009 at 18:29
yamini said…
I agree with Priyanka. Please send Henry to India, i am sure he won't have to lift a finger to become a star overnight. he is born to stardom!!!!
13 April 2009 at 20:21
KL said…
So, Henry has become a dancing owl now :-)? Or is it a dancing Hen(ry)?
14 April 2009 at 09:18
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, that was Icarus. He was Greek.
15 April 2009 at 09:00
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, isn't he a bit pale for Indians to embrace?
15 April 2009 at 09:00
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he is just plain old dancing Henry. Of he loves to dance, and Ezra loves to watch him dance.
15 April 2009 at 09:01
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