Allan Appel Photo
Whoa! Is it possible we’ve underestimated the age of the New Haven Green — say, by about 2,000 years?
That prospect as the snow receded Monday, and a pyramid surfaced on the upper Green.
It was only about three feet high, and no challenge to those at Giza. But might there be others beneath, of greater size, biding their time, awaiting the right storm, to emerge?
With its lines sharp and peak yet unmelted in the morning sun, the pyramid’s glistening construction seemed to throw down the gauntlet to Center Church directly across Temple Street.
A self-described homeless man, Pierre Reddick, was taking in the sun by the flagpole a few feet from the pyramid. He took a few minutes’ break from chatting with his friend, a man from Kenya, to walk over and stand in front of the two little pyramids that had been built as a gateway to the path leading to the main pyramid.
Reddick pronounced the pyramid cool but added, “Egypt never came to this part of the country.”
On the the prospect of what a native pyramid might mean to our town’s Puritan fathers, should they be able to speak, Reddick elaborated: “If aliens came here, we’d all have antennae.” Then he turned back toward the bright sun and rejoined his friend and a winter-weary group of men who were luxuriating by the flagpole.