When I was a child, my family lived on Long Island and made frequent trips into New York City. I always wanted to sit on the lions outside the library, but my mother Would. Not. Allow. It. So last year when the Professor and I found ourselves in front of the NYC library, I decided to fulfill this lifelong dream. I asked the Prof to take my picture so I could show my mother the extent of my rebellion. While I was posing, some strange kid jumped up on the statue and stayed so long, I never did get to get sit on it. He probably saved me some embarrassment, since I suspect that the contortions I would have used to get all the way up on the statue would not have been a pretty sight.