My dying neighbor and I, the Parkinsons kid, walked down and slung our legs over the poles that he and a buddy installed years ago to stop erosion.

This creek took out the whole neighborhood back in the Nineties, and for the last few years has floated tubers down it, it's a place I worked for, and now they're done.

Daniel and his wife are hunkering down, I contemplated running up to the hospital to have a Wendy's fish sandwich pumped out of my stomach, and here we are. Happy Easter on our back creek!