A local community, which is best described as economically disadvantaged, has used money (which was probably earmarked for the use) to build a playground in a plot of land now called a park. If it goes like it usually does, the park will have some use at the beginning, but over time, it will be a hangout for those headed for prison, and the final result will be the playground equipment either a part of a lawsuit, or stolen for scrap. I admire their effort, but reality shows the money would have been better spent on something else.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.
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Yup, unless they own it, it's trashed.
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