It did not take long for Martin Ray Reilly Park to become a product of its environs.
The park grounds are littered with cigarette butts, skewer sticks, chip bags, drink pouches and the like. I don’t know how much the city paid for the trash bins, but it was a waste (pun intended) of taxpayer money. The tables and benches have already been claimed by taggers, as the folks who manage ArtHop should broaden their stroke (pun intended, again) and venture east toward Chestnut Avenue and Freeway 180.
The grass that once edged along the sidewalks is beginning to recede, and with the drought ever-tightening, how will the City of Fresno maintain the thirsty soccer and football fields and the water-spray park? This is a park that is an infant going on 50. Even Trolley Creek Park, which is farther south, (and it could be assumed by the locals that the farther south you trek in Fresno, the worse it gets) is cleaner and exceptional.
Meanwhile at Reilly Park, free enterprise is booming as junk-food entrepreneurs unfold their card tables, open their rolling ice chests and contribute to childhood obesity, but that issue is for another letter.