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Where to begin? Let's see...dumpsters, recycle bins, and donation bins overflowing with trash all around them that I've actually witnessed the collectors ignore completely, graffiti and human waste that the S.W.A.P. community servants don't even bother with at the public restrooms, abandoned cars and bicycles with a year's worth of dust, droppings, and spider webs, and then there are the drug users in the parking lots from sunup until sundown (no, scratch that, they're here well after the park is allegedly "closed" - I have a boat here so I know)...

What happened to our once-beautiful park? Why isn't it maintained any longer? Where is the police presence that used to be here? Why must I have to cough and gag at the stench of heavy marijuana smoke as I ride through on my bike practically every single day? Come on, Emeryville! Do something! I love coming out here to relax, but it's becoming "ghetto-ized" to the point that I'm considering just abandoning the park altogether for recreation (since it appears that you have) and taking my boat up to Richmond!