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Seriously, an 8 foot high black fence of thick steel bars? That’s what the residents of the north side get to see out their windows, or beside their patio? Were they worried that the wandering patients – almost all of which need something like a cane, walker or wheelchair just to get around – would manage to scale it and escape if it was only, say, 5 feet high? A picket fence would have got the job done, likely. Even a high fence less forboding and grim would have been a bit better. I actually find it an elegant commentary on our health care, whose overseers make decisions not remotely grounded in knowledge of the day to day operations at the local level.
The residents of Delta can at least rest assured that they won’t meet a 95 year old woman with dementia and preternatural climbing skills at London Drugs. I’m sure that’s a comfort to the many sharp-minded patients as they get to spend their remaining years gazing out from something that resembles the yard at a medium security prison. Unbelievable.
