The Aqueous Solution
It was 1978. Barry Gibb of Bee Gees fame had nothing on me. I sported a golden tan, requisite two-day stubble beard, mirror aviator shades, and a puka shell necklace. I cringe at the very thought of my lifeguarding years. But what years they were, and so much has changed since the glory of my youth. My memorable experiences with water at that time were largely limited to my own near-drowning experience at the Outer Banks and analyzing pool water samples for chlorine and alkalinity.
Fast forward 40 years—the Bee Gees are mostly gone, as are my hair and necklace. Ugh. Water is now so much more than a basis of employment and near-death experiences; it is a victim of national mismanagement.
Various news outlets have over the last few months described a water system under stress. A taste of the town includes articles on subjects at once familiar and exotic ...
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Journal of Environmental Health
November 2015
Volume 78, Number 4