This is 99% invisible. I am Roman Mars.

It's a Saturday afternoon in Golden Gate Park and a handful of kids are taking turns sending a little white

Stomp rocket into the gray San Francisco sky.

It arcs up then sails back down to this small meadow

at the northern edge of the park, by Shaggy evergreens.

Yeah, so the rocket lands, the kids go ape shit, then they proceed to tear off after it,

fully oblivious to the tall thin man man, watching from atop a nearby boulder.

That's producer Chris Colin.

The man is made of bronze and this obscure little corner of the park is named for him.

The do- boy statue was unveiled

here in the doe boy meadow in 1930. He's a handsome young guy gazing out

resolutely at the patch of earth that has borne his name for almost a century.

I was just curious about one thing,

so I walked up to a couple sitting near the Stomp Rocket kids.

Hey, can I ask you guys a question?

Yeah.

Who is that guy?

I actually don't know.

Do you know who that is?

Who is what?

That statue is right behind you?

Uh, dough boy? Do you know what a doe boy is? I just knew this was doe boy meadows

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