To swim in muddy water was a joy in life.
As a child choices were very simple, Go to the corner store and buy a bottle of soda pop of your favorite flavor and head to the river for fun and frolicking. Three rivers met in downtown and you could fish and swim in them without worries.
That all changed in the mid seventies when the rivers became so polluted that no one dared jump in them anymore and eat the fish, NO WAY. The muddy St.Marys, St. Joe and the Maumee were now flowing with diseased currents.
By this time I had become a teen-ager and found what was to be a life long choice. Muddy Waters. No, not the great bluesman but the favorite of most adults I knew. Coffee, cup of Joe, Mud. I fell in love with the rush and overdose of energy it provided and who doesn’t?
This prompt hasn’t popped up in quite a while but it has been around the block a time or two and with the same response I usually give when I see it here is my tired answer.
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