By:
The Dude on the Right
I
thought I would get an old blog thought off my plate, still relating to
my last trip home to Lorain, OH, and it’s about a lazy squirrel.
Sure it’s summer now, but my folks still like to feed the birds and even the
neighborhood squirrels. I’ve tried to tell them that it’s not necessary when
it’s warm, the birds might need water more than food so a birdbath might be in
order, and that by feeding the squirrels all they are doing is making the
critters lose their ability to scavenge for food and become lazy. Little did I
know how lazy one squirrel had become until I was able to capture these pictures
as he proceeded to plop himself (or maybe it’s a herself, I didn’t get that
close of a look) on the ramp in front of our house. The kicker isn’t the fact
that the squirrel was lazing around on our ramp, but mom tells me that many
times when he’s eating the peanuts they leave, he doesn’t even bother to eat in
the normal squirrel eating position, sitting up, he just lies there on the
ground, nibbling away. I’ve tried to tell my folks to quit spoiling the varmint,
but since when will they listen to me 🙂
Lazy
squirrel aside, I thought about writing a little more about my hometown, but
figured I would leave it at a funny picture of a squirrel because sometimes when
I write about the old country it leaves me a little bummed because of the
potential that is there. It has the location, with a lot of lakefront and a
river, although it occurred to me lately, and I know it was probably necessary
and helped the Ford plant, that whomever let the railroad build on prime real
estate wasn’t a complete visionary for the area. But now as its infrastructure,
including, as I’ve read, its sewer system, is falling apart, how their mayor is
bailing on the town for a new job, thus leaving the city leadership in a bit of
turmoil, how every time I visit
it’s still like driving on the moon, and it looks like the final dagger
might be an imploding educational system, I wonder, after my parents someday
pass on, if I’ll ever come back to visit, even to see some old friends, and if I
did, where I would stay since my mom told me the Spitzer hotel, where a vision
of a casino danced in some heads, closed a couple of years ago? At least
the
American Slovak Club still has a good fish fry, and if that goes away I’ll
know the city is really dying.
See, now I’m a little bummed. Enough writing. Better look at those
pictures of that lazy squirrel, again, to give me a smile.
That’s it for this one!
I’m The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!