Q: “Then, how the heck did all those yellow bollards get here?” Q: “Weren’t they supposed to make Mohawk Harbor and the Casino a classy, attractive destination?” A: “That’s what they promised.” Q: “Why are there so many and why are they so tall?” A: “Only God, Ray Gillen, and maybe Mayor McCarthy, know”. Q: “What are all those big yellow things called, Son?” A: “Bollards, Mom.” A Conversation We Might Have Over-Heard at Mohawk Harbor on Mother’s Day:
