This letter is in regard to the two robberies that took place at my home this month on Virginia Avenue.
The first time the things most taken were silver dollars circa 1924 to 1978, left to me by my mom.
The second time — this week — a 2-pound coffee can full of state quarters, a centennial knife and gold watch set with an eagle on the handle and back of knife, six 1886 never-used gold coins, straight razors, jewelry and the funds for my first Alaskan cruise were taken.
It's the invasion of privacy and loss of my dead parents' legacy that breaks my heart. Our quiet neighborhood's safety is gone.
My sympathies go to all the others experiencing this low regard for others' belongings.