Tenacity, thy name is rebar

So I missed this story until my brother sent it to me. Apparently a local statue of Leif Erikson was slated to be moved from its current location to a new memorial honoring Scandanavian immigrants - my people.

When work crews set out to cut old Leif down, they ran into trouble. There was far more rebar than they expected, some inch thick reinforcing rods they didn't know about, and also several thousand pounds of concrete in one of the statue's legs. They finally got Leif moved Saturday, but he hung on to his plinth for days with a mute tenacity.

This story makes me very happy, and not just because I'm named after his father. I've always wondered why I can be so Goddamn bullheaded about stuff. If this statue is any indication, I'm not the only stubborn Scandanavian with an axe.

Way to go Leif. Shine on, you crazy diamond.