Marina Park Drive

Since I'm talking about things from the past in this post, I thought I would post some old photos I took last year on the 3rd or 4th of October. This is a photo of a ditch. Of old oil dumped into the ditch at the side of the road. It's an industrial road. I took this photo last year in early October when I walked Musti and Tassu along the shore road
past the old grain elevator that is no longer in use to a very small beach.
It's not a swimming beach, no, not at all, This has been an industrial area for more than a hundred years and there are lots of chemicals and toxins in the ground and along the shore. It's what you call brown space. Contaminated. You access this road by going over the Marina overpass and continuing east. There is an active grain elevator at the end of this road.
You only want to be walking on this road on Sundays when logging trucks do not go whizzing by scaring the bejezus out of you. It is their road six days of the week and you would be taking your life in your hands.
The road is called Marina Park Drive -- I know, you might be saying to yourself "Marina Park Drive?" You might be thinking that this name conjures up, if not the vision of an idyllic shoreline nature drive, perhaps an upscale area of tony lakeshore residences.
Wrong.
It is a road that, especially in the past when our city had a semblance of what is called a booming economy, men, working class men, went to earn their bread-and-butter and pay their mortgages. And buy their trucks.

But my post is actually about old comments. I was doing some mousekeeping on my blog and noticed a message from Blogger to check spam messages regularly. Oops, that is something I have never done. So, I went into the Comments pages and, yes, I did find some spam lurking in the comments of past posts, and so I deleted them.

Of course, like in many of our inboxes there was old Viagra paying me a cyber visit. I heard on the radio the other day that viagra is Sanskrit for tiger. I guess for the folks who come up with catchy names, it seems they never tire of old stereotypes.

I also found a bunch of comments that had been left for me, but as they were on older posts, I had not gone back to reply as I don't often visit old posts. So, if you, dear reader, left a comment for me in the past and I did not reply to it, I apologize. Your comments were very interesting, and I appreciate you taking the time to post a comment. So, if you are out there, please know that I have read your comments, for I have read everything that has been posted on my blog.

While going through past comments, I also couldn't help but notice those comments that were left for me in past posts that accused me of being filled with hate, accused my blog of being a hate site, and other such horrible accusations. When one blogs for the human rights of Palestinians and is critical of Zionism and the state of Israel, one is bound to get rude and even hostile comments.
An old sign behind a new chain link fence on Marina Park Drive.
I have had to say good bye to Musti; I will tell you about that soon.