Stupid silt removal

So, there it goes, the silt we need for building our dike, out to deep water, five million dollars away from where it should have went. Yep, enough money could have been saved, to pay for the water line, but what the heck, it’s only a debt that our kids will pay. Nope, no matter how much I begged and prayed the agencies, county and port, couldn’t get a permit to recycle it, I’m just out of touch and in the way. I’d wished to be a property owner, and live here full time one day, but this here lunacy makes me realize that a smart sentient fellow has no say.

The project of cleaning out the marina basins of this precious silty clay is a travesty that started today, the 25th of September, a beautiful sunshiny day. More than a million dollars’ worth of material will be wasted, so the property owners of town will have to cough it up, before your precious missing dike is built someday. I hate to admit it, but my sturdy shoulders are slumped today. I have a lump in my throat, a tear in my eye, and some thoughts in my mind that I’d better not say.

Glen S. Johnson