Down by the Lake

Kinda nice way to spend the evening. A group of people meet regularly down by the nice lawn at the lake. Sitting in folding chairs they shoot the breeze. People walk by and strike up a conversation. There are three wonderful little lakes or ponds, whatever you want to call them. They are gems of this town. Kadizzle is always amazed about the enjoyment they bring people. Kids are always fishing and the old goats get a lot of exercise walking around the water. 

The lakes magically do something for the social order. Water has a calming effect. To keep the fish alive there are aerators in the water. At night the spray from the aerotars are lit to produce a colorful light show. Dogs, more dogs, big dogs, and tons of little dogs. Everyone has a dog and people are constantly picking up the production from the end of the dog food processing. Dogs create conversations. Last but not least are the Jehovah's witnesses working in shifts. Kadizzle has just about met them all. No problems for them God is going to take care of everything. 

Of course you always have to have dingers. You know the guys with the loud obnoxious vehicles that drive by. The old goats going through their second or third childhood often park the precious car they have been working on near the lake so someone can come by and make a remark. Every guy that did not feel he was respected in high school has to get a corvette. A zippity do da car at 16 is far different from one at 65, but the goats are lost in nostalgia. On a bright yellow corvette a old goat was sitting. Kadizzle noticed him as he went to the lake social. Later the goat had to drive by making excessive noise so everyone knew he achieved his teenage dream. Too late goat all the girls already have an old goat.