The new one, lit up by Der Mayor on New Year's Eve, is pretty enough--a glossy neon vestige brought back to life in a downtown trying to breathe life into its concrete shells (lotsa lofts, but we'll see if it makes a difference). But the original, sitting in a Farmers Market shed, is still a sight to behold, especially up close. The first time we saw it, we were shocked. It took us by surprise--we knew it was there, but it had slipped our minds--so we stood there for an extra moment or two, ogling this piece of local history. Aside from a little rust and ruin, it looked somehow more majestic in the shed than it had when flying atop downtown--you could touch it, and touch history. Whether it qualifies as "sculpture," well, we're not qualified to say. But it's Dallas' real art, with a capital "he."