

We thought it might be fun to call our friend Dawn, who lives in Evansville, and see if she would meet us in Henderson for dinner. We met and enjoyed a fine Mexican dinner that left us feeling a little heavy. Sandy suggested that we take a relaxing stroll along the riverfront. We parked by tennis courts, walked past a caboose, read historic signs, examined a John James Audubon statue, watched boaters at the dock and saw children playing in a spray ground. As we walked towards an old railroad bridge, Daddy spotted something interesting nestled under a grove of trees down by the shore. The boys cheered when they saw a beautiful new playground, and they hurried down to play before it got too dark.
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