O, Fisher Street art, where art thou?
Wayne Hinshaw’s photographs in the Feb. 22 Post showcased nicely the modern sculpture that showed up on its granite pedestal in the little Lee-Fisher Street Plaza . It’s a very nice piece of work. We have seen it many times, but we were by there very recently and it’s gone.
The plaza was apparently built not only to accommodate such an artistic piece, but to entirely concentrate on it, with its surrounding benches and flower beds. Without the centerpiece, the lighted pedestal (yes, it still lights up at night) looks nearly comical.
We found out that the artist, Michael Baker of EastSquare ArtWorks (on East Innes), removed the artwork, as the city did not continue the lease for its use, and no one came together to purchase the piece for the space. That’s really too bad. All of the city’s wonderful strides toward revitalizing downtown and the Entertainment District have been welcome enhancements to the area. Commitment to the arts only exemplifies the leadership’s understanding of the multiple facets that comprise a vibrant urban community.
Fisher Street’s new lights point the way to the little plaza. With the conversion to two-way traffic on Fisher Street and the elimination of half the street parking, more citizens will flow into the little plaza’s parking. We hope that whatever decisions shape the course for that area will take advantage of the city’s talent and the existing stage.
ó Dan & Linda Diaz
Salisbury
Didn’t even slow down
I am writing this letter more to express my grief than to chastise. This past Sunday morning on Poole Road at 11:15, my precious puppy was taken away. You see, it was the first time he had ever ventured into the road, a mistake he will never get the chance to make again. The driver didn’t slow down or even blow the horn. I can only hope it was because she didn’t see him and not that she didn’t care.
On any given day, at any time, day or night, I can sit on my porch and hear the cars coming from half a mile away. They fly by all these houses with no regard whatsoever for the lives, both human and non-human, that they stand to destroy.
I can tell you that losing our precious baby boy has devastated me and my family. So the next time you decide to put the pedal to the metal, my only wish for you is that you never have to see the horror and pain in a child’s face when you have to tell them that something that they love so dearly will never come home. His untimely death has certainly left a lasting impression on me.
ó Donna Patch
Salisbury