I have reached a new low. A pun – see post title – popped into my head and I could have used will power and pushed it out, but it was so easy to think about the day the water main connection broke in front of our house. At that time, although other towns considered it a city responsibility, mine did not. So it cost me the equivalent of two MacBooks to have the spot, located right by the curb, fixed.

It was interesting to hear the men standing in the really deep hole talking about the shortcut way the connection had been made in the first place. It was interesting to remember that a short while past the town had widened the road and had very heavy machinery digging and grinding and jackhammering right over the connection that broke. Ah, but that’s all water under the . . . well, rats, I can’t think of a pun for bridge. I’m forced to leave it as a cliché.

When my mind gets like this, even I get a bit scared. Of course, Guido always thinks I’m a hoot. Or did he say kook?