Hand me the hose

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Water.  Simple H2O.  We drink it, fish in it, splash each other with it in the summertime.  Then in the winter, we shovel it, make snowmen out of it, and sometimes shovel it some more.  And most significantly, at least here in the US of A, we tend to take it for granted, (our brethren in California notwithstanding.)

When the girls were in school, we were flying over St. Louis on a family vaca.  It was just after an unusually disastrous downpour in the Midwest, and the aerial view of the city was amazing, sad, but amazing.  St. Louis was basically under water.  While up in the air, I was perusing a newspaper.  Someone had taken sequential photos from the same deluge, again from an aerial viewpoint, of a beautiful big farmhouse next to a dam.  The photographer caught it all: the dam breaking, the water rushing unrestrained toward the now-unprotected home, Continue reading “Hand me the hose”

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