It was a very enjoyable lunch yesterday for Fathers' Day. The local nursing homes had clearly been emptied of their old fellows as the families made their obligatory gesture on this special day. One old boy was sitting in our restaurant wearing a huge bib around his neck. It was good to see his family making an effort but it saddened me to see his lack of dignity.
Nera took a picture to mark the occasion. Behind me you might see that the boats are sitting on a sea of mud. It's been an ongoing problem for years and, funnily enough, there was a story about it on this morning's ABC News. Every time it rains, several rivers bring mud down from the local farmland and it gathers in the quiet corners of the river until someone takes the trouble to move it. It's a very difficult operation and hugely expensive and the mud comes back every time it rains.
The Seaport area is lined with very good restaurants and expensive apartments so there's a lot of pressure for the government to FIX THE MUD, as the many signs say, but that's easier said than done.
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