Kudos to Crime Watch for its diligence in keeping tabs on parking violators at the town’s beaches. Crime Watch took a lot of flak from the illegal parkers over the weekend. Stickers are available in Town Hall or on weekends from the Onset Pier harbormaster’s office. Just because no one checked last year doesn’t mean this year’s a free ride.

    While in Onset, check out the newly renovated house on the corner of East Central and 10th. Blue might not be my color choice for a home, but it is well done. Onset’s own painted lady. I don’t know who did the work, but they did a really nice job, an asset to the community.

    The garden at the corner of Stoney Run/Main Street certainly is happy where it’s been planted. The veggies are thriving and lush. So, too, the garden with the orange shirted scarecrow further along on Main Street. And a long row of sunflowers is reaching for the sky on Fearing Hill Road just before you get to County. Nice to see some people have green thumbs.

    I checked out Old Fearing Hill Road, recently done over by the town with Chapter 90 funds. So nice to drive it after all these years and not chance losing your car in deep holes. It was done with recycled materials, too.

    I came home Tuesday to find I couldn’t get into my yard. The tree service hired by the utilities was massacring my maple and catalpa trees. They are now strangely shaped like L’s and sun pours through them. Since this is a family newspaper, I can’t say what I would like to. However, the cutters certainly are not arborists but tree abortionists. I would like to do the same to the yards of those who did the awful job. The catalpa is 100 years old. Will it survive? Only time will tell. I’m not sure I will. Such a mess rips my heart out, quite frankly.

    The pole (in the center of Tobey Road) is gone! Let the paving begin! Finally. It’s one of the last items of road work around Wareham Crossing. The Main Street end of the road is being widened, by the way, to ease the turn leading to the railroad bridge. I wonder if the lighthouse lamps are on timers. The one on the police station side comes on quite a bit later than the one on the other. All I can think of is the old poem "one if by land." Needless to say, I find myself repeating it every evening as I pass.

    Something needs to be done to better secure the Onset bathhouse. Monday evening a group of teens were playing around on the roof. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen when someone falls off and either gets injured or killed.

    There was a charming out-of-control little kid at Little Harbor on Sunday, throwing stones and shells at seagulls and bounced one off my car. His mother barely reprimanded him, and only for bothering the bird. What else could I have expected? Earlier she had picked up a big chunk of broken glass and warned him of the danger and why he needed to wear something on his feet. All while he tried to entertain himself and his mother sunned, he was barefoot, running along the parking lot’s edge. Oh, well.

    As you head to the lights on High Street, check out the periwinkle haze in the yard of the fourth house from the corner. Salvia? Lavender? It matters not. It’s beautiful.

    Speaking of lights, I wonder if the wonderful (supposedly energy saving) twisty fluorescent bulbs comes as a yellow bug light. Coming in late I need to fight off an army of moths dancing around the outside light. At least one usually makes it inside.

    So nice to reacquaint myself with Arnie Heitmann this week at selectmen’s meeting after the proposal for reactivating the Tremont Dam was aired. Heitmann and the late Bob Packard had dreams of doing that almost three decades ago. Heitmann said when he visited Bob, who was near death from cancer at Brockton Hospital, Bob’s eyes widened in delight when Heitmann said the dam would produce electric power. Bob must be smiling down somewhere, giving the project his blessing. If you didn’t know him as a staunch supporter of the town, you missed something in life. Power from the dam was his dream.