"Nyanza is as significant of a concern to the town of Ashland now as it was when it was functioning as a dye factory."
I was awoken in the night, by my mother, to tell me that David Keddy had died. It was 1993, I think, and I was a junior at Ashland High. I remember playing in the Long Hill neighborhood with him and his sister, who had become one of my best friends, and still is over 30 years later. Growing up in a tiny town creates an intimacy with the kids in your class, on your bus and on your teams. His death was the beginning of a devastating chapter in our town's history. Nyanza was killing our friends. Now that we are opening yet another chapter on Nyanza, we will not let David's death be in vain.