This might just be the peak of American statues. It's Robert Goddard across the street from a Wendy's in Roswell, New Mexico. It's the 1920s and this lunatic is telling people rockets can get to space and the moon and Mars. The NYT writes a piece saying he's the bad kind of lunatic and not the good kind because the physics will never check out on something flying in a vacuum. He starts making liquid fueled rockets anyway. First on the East Coast and then he heads to New Mexico in 1930 because America is grand and has grand lands where you can blow things up in peace. The Russians and the Germans will get there soon, but Goddard got there first. Look at the statue. Fingers ready to ignite. He's looking towards his test stand, sure, but he's also looking toward a future no one else can conceive of. Coat. Tie. Hat. Perfect.