Today we learned the horrible news that the fifth and final playground in town had been burned to the ground. No one saw anything. It being winter, children are afraid to go near playgrounds for fear of disillusionment. They always want to believe the playground is a happy, fun place rather than the pile of cold metal, leftover wood parts and obscene plastic animal heads it is.
So we can’t blame them.
And it being the very depths of economic depression no one can afford to rebuild any of them. The rubble can’t even be cleared. So now residents show up dropping off their awkward, hard to classify garbage items. The lots are filling up with broken tropical fish tanks and waffle makers.