Just another proof of the endless decline of this little town at the end of the road to nowhere.

Before you know it, a bunch of oldtimers will start to talk about how the beach bus came several times a day to places like the 8th Street playground and how the playground had a supervisor, often a Bilben, who did lesson plans and was especially helpful on rainy days. And how there was real metal playground equipment including slides, chain swings, and a vomit-inducing merry-go-round. Mark my words, we will see oldtimers.

And then sectorusa will come back with the exact names of each attendant by year and playground and we will begin to remember what we have so easily forgotten.

And someone will remind us that you didn't need bathrooms when there was a real woods next to every playground except the bandshell which was for the cakeeaters anyway.

They will.