During my remarks to the five people who took the time to remember Norman, I mentioned that I expected the wreath to be stolen before the day was over. Well, I was a bit too pessimistic. It lasted four days before it was ripped off. Whoever stole it, sometime between Sunday afternoon and this morning, couldn't be bothered with the metal stand that the wreath was attached to and left it behind.
This event sadly reminds me of a recent exchange I had with an individual who thought "someone" should find a copy of the Grecian nymph statue that originally graced (nearly a century ago) the stone grotto of the Silver Spring and install it. I told this person that such a statue wouldn't stand a chance of surviving because vandals would either destroy it or steal it outright. This person was incredulous that anyone would do such a thing.
Ah, the joy of ignorance.
The little benevolent piece left inside of me should say, "If this person needed the flowers so badly, then they should have and enjoy them." But it just can't. For too long disrespect has been shown to Silver Spring's heritage and this theft is simply the latest example.
