They don't see anything of value - just weeds, water and trash.
When I was a kid, this canal was my saving grace. It was a place where my friends and I encountered wild creatures and explored the natural world. Some days we experienced the worst aspects of city life - like the time we found two bundled corpses in the weeds during Miami's drug war era - but most days we caught fish and created great memories.
I fished my old neighborhood canal again today for the first time in decades. It felt great to see my childhood haunt still harbors a remarkable underwater world - a far more interesting place than the surrounding sanitized suburbs.
