ABSTRACT
Sometime in 1984, I was called without warning by a journalist from New England and asked about the restoration of the Statue of Liberty. The work had just begun. Pictures were circulating in the press at that time of metal skin eaten through by acid rain and airborne chemicals. I was not involved in the project to restore Liberty, but the reporter assumed that I would have a well-formed opinion on it. I am afraid I disappointed him:
‘They shouldn’t do it.’ ‘What?’ ‘Restore the Statue. It’s wrong for America.’ ‘What should they do?’
