If Palmer Murphy didn’t like Christmas movies he never would have made the connection, but then again, if he didn’t grow up watching the “Prestone Giants Journal” in New York he might not have either. Really, who would look at Bill Belichick with a headset jammed around his ears and think “Jacob Marley?”
Because he’s a sculptor living in Westerly, R.I., with an artist’s fine eye, Palmer Murphy did. He saw a vision. So did Ebenezer Scrooge when he saw Marley’s face on his doorknocker that wintry Christmas Eve night Charles Dickens brought to life, but unlike Ebenezer, Palmer didn’t say “Bah, humbug!