Katleen, a wonderful acquaintance and former co-worker, sent me the following photo:
This happens to be a few blocks from my house (Redding, Ca.)on the automotively-defunct Diestelhorst Bridge, and just up-river from the fame-gathering Sundial bridge (even closer to my house).
What pretends to rattle-can graffiti is actually minute etching into the mossy accumulation.
Oh, and it had since faded. But one thing is for sure. The family of a moments-ago freed ship captain will never see Easter in quite the same light as anybody else. Or at least as accurately as anybody else.