This slightly burned image was pulled from a pile of burning memorabilia on E.J. Potter's front lawn. After he started bringing home jet engines the neighborhood objected and began changing the zoning laws in order to give E.J. the boot. His answer was to take every trophy, photograph and scrapbook he had from all the years blowing minds and incinerate it on his front lawn. A subtle gesture. But then again E.J. is a subtle man.