D. and I drove over to the
Inner Harbor where Onondaga Creek joins Onondaga Lake for the Water, Precious
Water concert this afternoon. One of D.’s students had a role in the
festivities and a parent was putting the whole thing on, organizing it, as far
as I know. We stayed for just an hour; the temps in the mid-fifties were
surprisingly brisk for an afternoon in early June. We returned, teeth
chattering, back to the car. But I did get photos of the puppet
procession. So as not to suffer further despair of Onondaga Lake’s
top-ranked
pollutedness, the get-together aims to build awareness, focus resources, and
rally environmental cleanup.
