Letter: Beauty and the Beast
There I was standing on that old rickety wharf behind the Mathews Court House sanitation district with my two grandsons looking over the mass vegetation that has taken over the once-beautiful little creek.
What a shock to see so little sparking water which I remembered very well as a child. I couldn’t even see the backyard of my Uncle Clarke’s house, which used to be clearly visible.
The beauty is gone—let’s get it back before it’s too late.