About 400 miles away from where his bones rest inside a marble vault beneath live oaks, the daring sea captain fixes his flinty gaze toward the sunset. His back is turned toward the distant sea that enriched him and the coastal constituency that rebuffed him.
Otway Burns, with streaks of green running down his copper legs, holds a bugle in his left hand and a sword in his right. “Sailor-soldier-statesman,” reads the plaque on his granite perch. “He guarded well the seas, let our mountains honor him.” continue reading