A good, large picture of the monument can be found at
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I was moved to read this story: what a wonderful, human, caring connection apparently existed between this damaged but special man and the urban community in which he lived.
And I was blown away by the fact that this community had erected a monument to this man-- not a paragon of exceptional achievement, not a conqueror nor a dispenser of largesse for civic causes. No, the town of Silver Spring displays a monument to its "town drunk," but who had also touched the hearts of many, and evoked from his fellows a love that elevated them to their "finest hour."
Humanity of this sort in a city represents a kind of beauty that, I must acknowledge, ranks right up there with the forest and the mountains.
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I was moved to read this story: what a wonderful, human, caring connection apparently existed between this damaged but special man and the urban community in which he lived.
And I was blown away by the fact that this community had erected a monument to this man-- not a paragon of exceptional achievement, not a conqueror nor a dispenser of largesse for civic causes. No, the town of Silver Spring displays a monument to its "town drunk," but who had also touched the hearts of many, and evoked from his fellows a love that elevated them to their "finest hour."
Humanity of this sort in a city represents a kind of beauty that, I must acknowledge, ranks right up there with the forest and the mountains.
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