It's mesmerizing. It's disgusting. It's entertaining. It's... redneck. But those of us from this area hold it with great pride. We have fond memories of the place, as it dates back to the 1930's. Everyone's childhood contains at least one memory of...
The Pymatuning Spillway. (Strike up the Hallelujah Chorus.)
Fish. Lots and lots of fish. Carp, specifically. HUGE ones. And they squirm and squish and slink and slime all over one another in a feeding frenzy when the locals toss day-old bread into the water.
Oh, what entertainment!
And, of course, I had to share the experience of my childhood with my own children.
When I first said, "Hey boys, let's go out to the lake and feed the fish!" I was met with great resistance and grumbling. After all, what teenage boy wants to spend a Friday afternoon feeding fish? How lame!
But once we got there, they, too, were struck by the mesmerizing awesomeness of the thousands of 50-pound carp. I didn't hear any more grumbling after that.
And as Jonny said, "That's just HORRIFYING!"
Ah, traditions.
