Ducks love that dirty water.
I don’t always carry a digital camera with me. I had one today because I was scheduled to appeal a parking violation tomorrow morning at Boston City Hall and I needed to photograph the parking meter on Boylston Street where I was parked a couple of months ago when I received a ticket at 7:34pm even though you don’t have to feed the meters after 6:00pm, except that when I went to photograph the meters today, I discovered that the hours listed were 8:00am to 8:00pm, which means that either I misread the meter initially or they have since changed the meters, which is unlikely. For weeks I’ve been looking forward to going into my hearing and telling them all to kiss my ass for giving me a ticket an hour and a half past when the meters get turned off. Of course, I waited until the very last minute to photograph the meter. Anyway, tonight I mailed a check for $25 to the parking clerk.
So on my way back to work I passed through the public garden and saw that even they had drained the pond, there were still a bunch of ducks hanging in out in the muddy puddles, and I thought to myself, “Jeez, those ducks sure love that dirty water.”