Emma and I installed a waterline to my house July 31. Rented a model 1820 Ditch Witch, aka “the pipe finder”. Everyone knows, call Miss Utility (811) before you dig. I am on a first name basis with Miss Utility. She marked the underground gas and electric, the lines one really wants to avoid.
Lost in history when the Woolen Mills Village first got “government” water. The houses had wells. According to oral history, the Mill had a water system for portions of the village. Albemarle County installed a sanitary sewer and a water main to the WMV in the 1930’s. Emma and I found 3 retired supply pipes to my house with the ditchwitch. The last was polybutelene, “qest big blue”. These service laterals lasted less than 30 years on average. Hoping the newly installed one inch type K will last 100 years, or until the Ragged Mountain reservoir gets its fill pipe installed, whichever comes first.
non-miscible
Disparate views. In each other’s space.
one last time
Bele Chere, Ashville NC’s street festival. RIP. 1979-2013
day of rest
The way to the Church, handy ecclesiastical advertisement posted on the side of a barn, Cane River School Rd, Burnsville NC. Across the street from the well stocked Prices Creek Store. In the long emergency, Prices Creek will be a more important supplier of necessities than Bergdorf Goodman.
Ursus americanus
North side of Asheville, bears cavorting
Reading Comprehension
Why would you place your company name on a truck that is Jake braking through a residential neighborhood at 0730 hrs.
Why would the driver not heed signs addressing tractor trailers?
Neff Crane 540-937-6066
light at the end of the tunnel
Norfolk, Virginia
Route 29
Somewhere in southern Virginia
CHKD
Children’s Hospital of The King’s Daughters, abbreviated CHKD. Kind and thorough people, compassion and details. Which King? Which daughters? All children.
Keys
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.. —Elizabeth Bishop, One Art