Scribbles: The Leamington Dock

The Dock in Leamington, Ontario is moody. Poking out into Lake Erie, the wood is nearly black with grime that growls or glistens, depending on cloud or sun. The lake swirls below The Dock on the calmest of days, and churns a frightening brown whirlpool on the worst. The sand crawls from the water in a mix of shells, seaweed and Styrofoam cups, but is warm between noon and two during July. Dad found a dead body there once; he stayed for the police report but not the news cameras. Recently, Leamington re-did The Dock: re-paved the road that leads to the pier, re-painted the railings that protect you from certain death, and re-decorated the restaurant that sits in the middle of The Dock. It looks almost classy now, but in my mind, The Dock is still moody.