Leaky Faucet

Leaky Faucet You sound like a Vaudevillian playing his cheeks, but this is the turn of the century and I know we're wasting gallons of water a day just by being negligent. Yet you've become a kind of voice that I depend on. You've become the osho, the head monk reminding me that days drip into a drain never to return. I'd like to think you seep back to the source and fill the soil with moisture that makes the grass the trees and flowers grow tall. But what actually happens to you? Where do you 51 end up, or are you gone even before you can arrive? Is there really a purgatory? Do you really resurrect? Can you really become rain that starts all over again filling up the reservoir? Tap dancing in the drain is all anyone can ever do. Is it the clock or you? Ray Ronci University ofNebraska-Lincoln 52 ...