RBG Gets Dumped On
It's a 6-ton slap in the face for the already cash-strapped RBG.
In yesterday's newspaper there was a story about a mystery dumper who dumped a second load of heavy clay and constuction debris on the beautiful RBG lands just around the corner from my house.
Six tons of crap was dumped right on the heels of an expensive clean up of the same area. One week earlier the same mystery dumper broke the law, and dumped clay and construction debris here in this conservation area. The ground was flatted by heavy machinery, and the culprit's tracks blended in with the tracks of the clean-up crew.
From the road it doesn't look so bad, but up close, it's a mess. The ground is covered in crushed, dead plants. In this special reforestation area, tiny saplings lay in the grass, crushed, like murdered children. White plastic sheaths wrapped around their tiny trunks to protect them from hungry rabbits were no match for the industrial equipment that ravaged the land.
The police are appealing to joggers, bikers and rollerbladers who frequent this recreation area to come to them with any information. Somebody must have seen the truck that did this. It would have been very obviously out-of-place in our peaceful, quiet old neighbourhood, in the middle of these conservation lands.
Remember my awful Monday? Strangely enough, that night, when I drove off in my Talon, I stopped in front of this very same muddy, flattened area. I contemplated taking my all-wheel-drive Talon into the field to tear around in the mud to work off steam, hillbilly style. I assumed there was construction taking place, and no one would mind my little escapade. I had no idea what was about to happen that night. He came, he squatted, and deposited a load worthy of Al Bundy.
I wonder if I had hung around, would I have caught the evil dumper dumping his load of crap?