...is sometimes very saddening.
When I read things like this is when I feel most at home in Atlanta, rather than returning to the Shenandoah Valley. And you know what, odds are I'm probably at least acquainted with the perpetrators of this crime, and would probably never have guessed it. The area just ain't that big.
On a side note, when I worked for VDOT during summers in college, the trees in this churchyard provided some of the best shade around to lounge, nap, and eat for that precious half hour called lunchtime.