When I was a kid I used to play here. This is what's left of The Middlesex Canal in eastern Massachusetts. The canal was once the main shipping route from Boston to Lowell.

When I played here, the barges were gone but the railroad still roared by. The canal was wide and full of fish. Water lillies bloomed and snapping turtles that wouldn't fit in a bathtub lay in the sun.

Now the place is choked with trash and filled with algae bloom fed by lawn food.
Miserable houses and barking dogs line the banks of my youth.

  There has been a change in the attitude of Americans regarding their countries natural resources. Trash is everywhere and I truly hate it.

Tossing a television into the water is an act of hate. A mean spirited act that can only be described as repulsive.

I saw two televisions tossed into the water on my recent trip back home.  Fast food garbage,  trash bags,  construction material and styrofoam packaging are popular items to throw away.

I don't know what the hell is wrong with us.

And I'm never goin' back to my old school.

Home 1941                                                                                                                                                                             Someone else's home 2007


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