Roadside America told me there was a Popeye statue in Alma, Arkansas, which wasn't far off our route. The description didn't say how tall it was, but the pictures made it look huge. I started calling it the gigantic Popeye statue. Oversized statues make me uncomfortable, so I kind of worked myself up about it. The closer we got to Alma, the more anxiously my eyes searched for a massive Popeye searching me out over the tree line.
On the plus side, I think the visual of Popeye watching for me and then running out to pick up our car made me realize the root of my Oversized Statue Fear: the Simpsons Treehouse of Horror segment when the mascots come to life. I could totally picture the donut man doing the same thing to Homer. On one hand, it's nice to know what might have caused my fear. On the other hand, it's still a ridiculous fear.
The directions on the site must have been from coming the other way, because they weren't exactly right. We saw Popeye's canning company and figured we were on the right track, regardless.
I kept thinking if we got lost, we could just stop and ask directions. "In a town like this," I reasoned, "everyone has to know where the gigantic Popeye statue is."
Thank god we didn't have to stop and ask directions, though I would have loved to see the look on someone's face when we asked where the gigantic Popeye statue was.
I wasn't able to get a good picture of his face because we arrived as the sun was setting. But I got some GREAT shots of his backside.
Why yes, that IS the display window of Lena's Future Antiques.