Thursday, April 07, 2011
Easter Egg Heads
Illustration from www.usmint.gov
"I'm ashamed to admit I don't even know where this is," said Martha, handing me the quarter.
I had to turn it this way and that to read it. "The Marianas. They're Micronesian Islands," I said absently, omitting to mention that I had had no idea that we had hung on to them after the war, and was in fact startled. We still own Saipan? I stared at obverse picture. There was a bay, and a canoe, and birds, and... "What the hell is that? A buried anchor?"
Martha took it back from me. "No, no, it's a, you know... like an Easter egg head."
"A what?" We both started laughing, and couldn't stop for some time.
But she was right: it's called a latte, no relation to the beverage. A standing pillar with a stone cap on top. Like an Easter Island head. Kind of. No eggs, though.