Lying in the middle of a sidewalk or lawn. Another uprooted and destroyed flower.
I’m impressed. It takes real skill and courage to hunt down and defeat a flower.
One person adds some color and life to a property. Another one ruins it.
Years ago. A muggy summer night. A beefy, sweaty troglodyte swaggers towards me. He grabs a carnation from a downtown bank’s flowerbox and throws it on the concrete. After making his point, he walks by me without a word or even a grunt.
He’s a man, not a pansy.
I’m impressed.
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