|The Civitan Club's playground is now a memory.|
|The colorful slides are ripped up.|
My kids and grandkids have both played there and it was a sad discovery. My guess is that something equally popular will rise in this space soon. I certainly hope so.
|Dinner? You bet your butt.|
A couple of fishermen were celebrating the catch of pan-sized (about 10-12 inches) rainbow trout, just stocked and truly lovely animals. I've never cared much for fishing stocked streams because, frankly, stocked trout are about as smart as seventh-grade boys. Truly easy to catch with a little corn.
These old boys, though, were using expensive fly fishing gear and the bigger of the two said he only had "to catch one more for a mess of them for dinner." Not sure I would eat anything out of the Roanoke River, but he didn't seem to have any compunction about. "I catch it, I eat it," seemed to be his motto. Wonder if "I clean it" fits in there anywhere.
|Old boys doing what old boys do.|
|Catching dinner in the middle of the city is a rare luxury.|