After walking my dog this morning, it occured to me how quickly childhood memories are disappearing. Take Grand Rapids, Ohio, for example. A town that I didn't learn to appreciate until a few years ago, I still have a few memories from years past that could in theory, within fifty years, be gone. Erosion is tearing the edges of the town apart.
Resting on the Maumee River, a beautiful walking trail that runs along it is quickly falling into the water, piece by piece, becase of erosion. I remember the trail being a lot smoother - wider even - many years ago. Year after year, more frequent floods add to this problem. My worry... what happens when the trail is gone? If I want to enjoy my time by the river, by my lonesome; to escape troubles, where do I go?
I guess downstream...
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