The Water Carriers
Living on Delhi Road these past ten years, we have been proud owners of a well from which we have been able, at any time, to take all the fresh water we can reasonably desire. At any time, that is, except when we have an electric power outage--or, as recently, when we have systemic problems.
We first noticed that the showers were no longer giving the same energized, youthful spray they had when we moved in. Week by week, the situation grew worse, until the day when turning the faucet to maximum produced nothing but one last, feeble drop. Here we were in the heart of Michigan, famous throughout the world for its abundance of fresh water, and totally devoid of water of any kind.
Experts were called in. The well drilling people recommended a new well. The plumber advised that new piping was in order. The water treatment equipment was also in need of major upgrading. While all these plans were being put into effect, Jenny and I joined a health club. The Public Baths, that great institution, are all but extinct in America, and so we took up membership at the nearest equivalent. We appreciated all the health club apparatus but none more so than anything which involved water. Also I obtained five-gallon water jars and filled them frequently from the hose at our office building.