Yes, we've heard the jokes about how Brush Creek smells funny. We know that poo occasionally flows into our urban watercourse. But we still work the south side of Brush Creek by the Plaza into our exercise regimen whenever we can. We like the green vines, the midcreek water-tower fountain and the occasional confused tourist who has found himself on the north bank. On rare occasions we have noticed an odor, but that's when we close our eyes, breathe deep and think:
Venice.
