The notorious log, more like a tree, has been teetering above the South Natick Dam for months.
It had logged in, but seemingly had no intention of logging out.
(I might be going out on a limb here, but did anyone keep a log? Our oldest photo of the timber’s existence goes back to mid-January, when it was snow covered).
Faux bookies were setting odds on when it wood come crashing down over the spillway. Mathematicians reached for log-arithmic formulas to figure out when it might be free. Engineers worked on log-istics, politicians started logrolling to get the darn thing moving.
Would it stay there until the town—which for years has failed to act on the dam’s shaky fitness— cheaps out and ditches the dam much to the chagrin of those who live downstream of it?
I was thinking of bringing it home for our kids as a present, remembering the old Ren & Stimpy “Log” commercial:
Not snow, nor wind, nor mischievous teens could unseat it until…suddenly, we noticed it was no longer atop the spillway on Saturday morning.
It had slid down near this unfazed fisherman, who I could swear used to be one of our sons’ baseball coaches.
Reports have since surfaced that the log became dislodged on Friday night. I knew we should have set up a webcam…that only would have been log-ical.
The “before” picture, from January: