Angel-hair Pasta...er, Hosta

A few years back, Lisa's administrator named Jean died, and her son Bill bought this statue to place on the nursing home grounds. That should be the end of the story. Nice gesture, nice statue, nice ending. But, noooooo....

A few rude, crude, ill-mannered, impolite , disrespectful, misbehaved, and supercilious employees thought the wee angel looked like a ashtray, and snuffed out their cigarettes on it. (Their butts were in the bloom.)

One day, Bill came up, saw the statue, and immediately took it away.

It now sits in our front yard, because Lisa was one of her favorites.