This morning I found that my little piece of "protest" art had disappeared from the fence, but of course the offending razer wire was still there, ugly as ever. Since we walk "out" on the trail and then back again, we pass the site twice. On our way back it occurred to me to look in the trash barrel a few yards down the trail. There was my little banner!—neatly rolled and stashed in among the Starbucks cups and fast food wrappers. I fished it out, tied up the broken cord, and put it back on the fence. I'm sure its days are numbered.