Going old school
As proof that I am actually much older than I think, I have moments like this afternoon. I had a former student stop by. From a very long time ago. And we both qualify as old men, able to tell stories for hours, without repeating ourselves. Good stories, because I will eventually reach an age where repeating myself is all that is available. Anyhow, I think I taught him well. Great role model. No, I will not brag for long, because it is now time to have supper. But I want to get that out there.
Time to go down another road. I live in a place where water is important, but also available. Even though we have ample supplies of sand, this is not a desert. And I watched a study about how certain towns, elsewhere, are really missing clean water. Think of Scottsdale (the same place that inspired nightly lists with Letterman, and that was the origin place for Spike (a brother to Snoopy). Anyhow, the city is in the middle of a desert, and there is not enough water. Not even to share with the town next door.
I do not understand what you do, when there is no water in the ground. Bringing in your supplies, a tanker truck at a time gets expensive. Again, I am so thankful that I live in a place where water is plentiful. No need to ration by the drop. In fact, I have enough water to heat the house, indirectly. It could be so much worse.
