It's Saturday afternoon and she's the Maid of Orleans

I spent some quality time today with my 576 year old girlfriend Joan. She looked grand riding her gold horse in the middle of the roundabout at 39th and Glisan. She was cast in France by Emmanuel Fremiet, and erected in Portland in 1927. I believe that she may be of the same casting as the Joan of Arc on the Rue Rivoli in Paris (also by Fremiet). Out here she honors servicemen who fell in WW1, and, after years of disrepair, she was brought back to glory in 2002. She's the Maid of Orleans and she rocks. To be honest I don't know too many people who don't have secret crushes on Joan of Arc and/or Amelia Earhart . One flew around the globe in a little plane, and the other tried invading Paris to rout out the English. Invading Paris!?! Geeze. Even if it didn't work that's quite the novel idea for an 17-year-old to come up with. Well, God told her to, but still. She obviously thought big. Beats blogging on Myspace. Go Joan! Perhaps I'll bring her flowers on her birthday which would be....looking it up here...humm....I have just now been poking around, but the date of her birth doesn't seem to be listed anywhere, and perhaps it isn't even known. But she died though, on May 30, 1431 at 19 years. May 30th is in 4 day's time. Maybe we'll have a picnic and say hello to Joan of Arc again then.