Death of an icon

I can't believe I didn't learn of this earlier... I guess this is what comes of not watching TV or reading a paper. I didn't know for a week and a half after it happened that the Old Man of New Hampshire - symbol of all that is good in New England - fell. I haven't been to Franconia Notch enough to feel a religious connection with the Old Man, but he's definitely a symbol of the everlastingness of the mountains and the steadfastness of good old New England virtues. Anyway, maybe I'm making more of this than there is, but I think it sorta says something about permanence and our lack thereof.