What's a poetical soul to do in this age of frenzy and rush? Even the water's edge, that traditional spot of dreamers and thinkers, has become filled with jet skis, whining children, and boomboxes. The spit of beach at Avon Lake's Veterans Memorial Park has none of these, which is exactly what makes it so nice. A grassy hill separates the picnic area from the sand, and there isn't much reason to go down, unless you're feeling moody: The swimming area is minimal, the beach isn't long enough for walking, and boat launches are strictly banned. Usually, no one is around to squawk if you decide to stroll out, sit in silence, and stare at Lake Erie.