May Day! May Day!

Well, flip my calendars - it's May.
As a kid this meant that by the end of the month, I would be the first person in Walden Pond for the season, that being Memorial Day opening day, and usually a pretty good sunburn from being wet and half naked while the sun shined.
Ah, Walden! Occasionaly called Polio Pond due to whatever it was that closed it for many a season. It's where I learned to swim, by golly. Without question, the happiest, most carefree moments of my life were in these waters.
I laugh thinking of those rock performers who have some wild idea of saving Walden and all that -- are they aware that the Concord Town Dump is directly across the street and probably giving a good leakage into these waters? Don't get me started. It'll survive just fine without some Hollwoodian take on being saviour to something they know nothing about. It ain't the same place I knew up to adulthood, but it is what it is.
May Day!