Why do people protest against the glorious sounds that are born each evening at Merriweather Post Pavilion? It seems to me these are the people who might move next to an airport and then complain about noise, or move next to a tannery and then complain about odors.
Likely they go to the beach and then write pithy letters to the editor that beaches have too much sand, too much sun, and the children frolicking in the water are just too loud.
And furthermore, the musically disenfranchised really think they're just soooo "special" the entire community must bow to their hermit-like desires. Merriweather opened in 1967, the same year the first Columbia village opened — my village, Bryant Woods in Wilde Lake — happily right in the acoustic cross hairs of the Pavilion.
To those complainers: The Pavilion was here long before you were and, Lord willing, will be here long after you are gone. America is the land of choice. Not the land of "because I say so."
I'm darn near 60 but when I hear the lovely sounds wafting over my deck, I know I am home in the richest community on planet Earth.
Rick Wilson
Columbia