Beauty of park lauded by walkers

I was out early as usual, being a former farmer, and our Aspen House caretaker has provided me a bench right at the front door. There I was early last Wednesday when a group of women returned with some good advice: “For an early-morning experience on a good day, try a walk around Pither’s Point Park,” one told me. “It’s so nice out there!” “Beautiful,” agreed another.
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Another pleasant experience was meeting John Myers’ blonde daughter, Jennifer, who operates his McDonald’s outlet across the river! I had not seen her recently, possibly not since my late wife, Emily, used to escort small children over there to enjoy the rides and toys. I mentioned working for her grandfather when I should have said great-grandfather—the Myers having been pioneer business people here. Frank Myers once put me to sanding floors when he operated his hardware store across the corner from the papermill entrance. At that time, his son, Rusty, still was flying and operating his airline, where grandson, John, became busy before starting his family into McDonald’s. So now it’s five Myers’ generations dealing with us over many years!
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Gradually, we can expect the waterways to be filling up again now that rains may have finally started. And we’ve been lucky enough to avoid serious local forest fires lately. Plus the timing of the first showers now can be considered terrific, like they usually are in this region. Grand old Rainy River District never really let us down yet!
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I hear my good former neighbour, Bill Mutz, is expecting to sell his own farm next to mine and hopefully do at least as well or better because his place is larger. According to others around there, Bill has not been walking too well lately (again same as me). Farming, of course, involves being on foot so much, although the farmer may own several tractors and other vehicles. So when walking fails, goodbye farm!
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I’d never known “Nutty” to demonstrate such rage. My regular companion when he is not annoying his family, Nutty obviously is very angry over something. But here he is—apparently showing spite against me after all I’ve done for him, making him so popular with my readers and all. Nutty is jumping up and down on my balcony so violently, he is almost shaking the railing. I’ve never seen a squirrel so furious! Over what, you might ask? Probably realizing that his board bill for peanuts is so high that anyone would definitely sympathize with me. But anything I say is not helping at all. I could promise Nutty more peanuts, except he accepts them as being owed to him forever! I am tempted to inquire but I’ll wait until he settles down first because this character has gone completely around the bend in his rage. I’ve noticed that even “Bridey” is staying away from him, and also his buddy, “Outlaw.” Nutty is usually so mild-mannered, but forget his sociable side today. Nobody would dare question him about his newly vile attitude never seen before. His mood on the above occasion is simply rotten, but why? Then I think I’ve discovered the reason. And this is so strong, it’s enough to make me abandon my experiment in squirrel training. For all my interest and the small fortune I have lavished on that family, to have Nutty apparently going crazy and threatening to attack my three-storey home with his army of friends is just too much! But I have the solution suddenly. If I put up a sign out front offering to sell that ungrateful father squirrel and his entire family, I’m willing to bet that Nutty will change his attitude and start singing a different tune in a hurry! His new lack of respect for everything I’ve brought him—his fine home at a modern estate and his reputation for friendship and rewards, including a reputation for friendship—all gone beause of his lack of gratitude.
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It’s a weird year, indeed! And not merely the weather, which seems to stubbornly set to resist summer. Among his other skills, our star ticket salesman, Joe Gray, is a better than average observer. He notes post office trucks do not use “beepers” like fire trucks, ambulances, and other official conveyances that give off such alarms on occasion—and Joe wants an explanation. And does anyone reside on any block around town that features garden after garden right down the street as we knew here for so many years? Few gardens are noted these years, unlike years ago, and animal damages cannot be to blame entirely for that! The current generation that grew up on backyard-grown food seems to lack our old-time spirit. Or only appetite for fresh veggies?
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Smoking being forbidden by law lately in public places certainly has changed our environment, I’ve noticed, especially because I no longer smoke after many years at it myself and knew the habit well. You may well wonder why the most enjoyable products were hit hardest and first.
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There were only nine days of school left Friday and there was obvious relief being demonstrated in the noisiness at McDonald’s, where school parties are being held again and again at noontime!

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