One of the best things about coming home to Cincinnati (other than the prospect of getting my chest cracked open) is seeing all of the wonderful landmarks that make home home.
A local favorite is what is affectionately called Big Butter Jesus. On the way home from the Dayton airport is a 6-story yellow-tinged Jesus bursting from the ground.
Many miracles have been attributed to our very own I-Cant-Believe-Its-Not Jesus. Due to its proximity to the freeway, most miracles involve car crashes. Believers state that the number of car wrecks on that particular stretch of road has decreased significantly since the Margerine Messiah was erected. While the stats back them up, the construction of the Oleo Lord happened to coincide with brand new freeway barriers preventing people from swerving into oncoming traffic or flying off the road. But let’s not split hairs…
Anyway, for your viewing pleasure, I was able to snap a quick picture of our Sixty-foot Savior as we sped past. Enjoy!
2 responses so far ↓
1 mike // Jul 30, 2008 at 4:18 pm
alright, i’ll pop your comments!
that statue is pretty pimp. even better were your names for it!!!
2 mike // Jul 31, 2008 at 4:32 pm
sorry to see griffey go.
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