The Power of Running Water

Gary has had quite a few well calls the past week or two; not only for broken water lines from the freezing weather, but other issues as well.  Yesterday he went to a place where they needed a new control box, or something fairly simple.  At any rate the lady was so happy to have water again that she gave him a dozen fresh eggs and this box of goodies.


You might wonder; where in the world did SHE get all of this?  Well, if you could examine each box you'd notice that they are all from Nabisco.  Her husband drives a truck for Nabisco and these are all from cases that broke open or were damaged and couldn't be sold.  

Of course absolutely none of this stuff is the epitome of health food.  We will eat the crackers, and there was a box of Strawberry Newtons that Gary wanted to try.  We kept a couple of boxes of the cookies for ourselves, for treats of course.  But the rest of it is headed to church or to other family members.  

Gary said it was too bad the guy didn't drive for a meat packing company.  But I am sure they wouldn't have boxes of meat to just hand out.  Haha...   

But that is one of the perks for getting people's water going again; if they fish or can or hunt they will be so happy to get their water running they'll give Gary (and his helper Doug, if he's along) fish, steaks, canned salsa, jams or jellies...  One time Gary and Doug fixed a well for a guy who owns a local restaurant.  The guy said, when you go through town go through the drive through and they'll give you something.  Sure enough, they handed Gary two big takeout containers of fried catfish.  I think we actually made two meals for the 3 of us from it.

The power of running water! 

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