I spent Memorial Day watching several grown men (including my father) dam a creek with rocks and dirt, then dig a channel to redirect its flow…just for the heck of it.
I realize that men are just big versions of little boys, and that digging and building and getting muddy is all good fun. But still. The seriousness with which they tackled this “project” (started by my cousin’s six-year-old) was a little embarrassing.
Then again, skipping rocks and fishing for crawdads with hot dogs gets old after a while. They had to come up with something to do.