One of the first short stories I penned concerned the earth being covered in water with small land masses similar to islands remaining. Commerce of a different type kept the planet’s resources strong enough to support a vibrant economy. When I think about this story, I ponder the essence of water itself, and how much we depend upon the substance even down to our very life’s blood.
When I was a child, we filled our glasses from the sink with no thought as to where the water originated. My family was in the unique position of having our home and my grandparent’s home serviced by a single hand-dug well. My grandfather had this well placed in the 40’s. When the men reached the depth of about twelve feet too much water was running in for them to continue digging so they set the concrete curb and capped it off. Believe it or not, this well has never carried more than 18 inches of water and has yet to run dry during all of its years of service, which includes today. From the time my grandfather dug the well, through my parent’s lives and even when I came upon the scene, bottled water was an unknown. If anyone entertained the thought of purchasing water the concept would be so foreign as to question that individual’s sanity.
Today bottled water is a billion dollar business annually, though many don’t realize that 40% of bottled water actually comes from a tap.
I have a deep well and decided to perform an experiment since we consume bottled water regularly. I tested water from a well-known bottled brand, water-filtered through a popular brand into a pitcher and H2O straight from my tap. The water from my kitchen sink was far and above the winner . . . go figure . . . kinda makes you think about laying out the green for a bottle full of wet!