Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
Back in the late 1800s when they dug that lake to excavate clay to make bricks for that original VA hospital they had to do something about the hole it left behind. So they filled it with water. Made a nice little recreation facility for the biggest piece of a century.
But what nobody could anticipate was that a time would come when nobody would give a damn about maintaining the lake. That it would become a sedimentation pond for the droppings of hundreds of waterfowl migrating in every winter, and some who just stay year around.
And over time the lake would mostly fill with those droppings until it was so shallow a person would have to work to drown in it.
That lake mostly can’t handle the biological oxygen demand because of all the manure. And nobody is about to spend the money to blow that water into the air to keep it alive. There’s a little bubbler at one end that sometimes works, but otherwise the pond turns over, stinks, kills a lot of fish, and is a sad reminder of how much maintenance man-made creations demand over the course of time.
Nobody in my life has ever appreciated my sense of humor, and the same applies here. But at least I figure it helps make these drunks, derelicts, and opinionated old men feel better about themselves by being able to think me stupid. So anytime I get the chance to work it into a conversation I say something about those ‘great big old ducks’ running around crapping on everything.
And crap they do….. the grounds are speckled with them…. looks like someone ran one of those plugging things across the lawns. Yeah, and the streets, [and they do let fly as they pass over cars…. nothing like a splash of great big old duck droppings on your windshield].
But I digress.
A man staggering by knee-walking drunk will pause, gaze at me a moment, and shake his head almost every time if I remark to him, “Reckon where all those great big old ducks come from, anyway?”
Makes him feel better about himself. I’m convince of it. Yeah, I know they’re geese. But what the hell?
We all have our own small parts to play helping veterans, I figure.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 
All things are welcome to help veterans, especially the drafted ones. There was a thrill in what we endured and the thrill remains, it ain’t gone, e.g., B.B. King.
There’s that. Gracias, Old Jules
Engineered solutions for man made environmental problems never, ever work for long.
But engineered solutions help keep people from recognizing where the real problem is. Gracias, Old Jules
Aren’t those geese? They’re really nasty.
What’s a goose? A great big old duck, is all. Gracias, Old Jules
Carry an old umbrella with you.
I dunno. I’d want a cost-benefit analysis. Gracias, Old Jules